Scar was about to drift off into sleep when she began talking again. Out of courtesy, he stayed awake to hear what she wanted to say before rolling onto his back and rested on his elbows as he looked down at her with a raised brow. He had to admit, it took a lot of willpower to deny the women that had tried to get into his tent or get him into their tent. But he had to turn them down, for he was there only for the money and nothing else. But this...this was a different situation.<br/><br/>A tone of mock playfulness and a bit of curiosity,"What? Granra the mighty combatant of the arena don't like the company of men?" He grinned a bit and chuckled as he laid back down on his side,"I guess I should have expected...Like any other woman would actually try to fight in an arena, eh?"<br/><br/>He chuckled a bit more and shook his head. His tone made it obvious that he was joking around...but if anything but to throw a barb or two at the woman laying down behind him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>