"Not necessarily, I've just been on battlefields alongside Sororitas in the past. Convents can be far-reaching, you know?" Torin replied, shifting position slightly so that he could get a better view of her rear. She was in amazing shape, as one would expect, but he was privately delighted to discover that it hadn't impacted her femininity in the slightest. Not bothering to fight the natural response his body was having, he nonetheless tried to hide his reactions. She was a sheltered girl, growing up in a convent - as he assumed - so, presumably, she wouldn't be excessively familiar with stock male responses to attractive females. It wasn't that he didn't want to frighten her away - she seemed far too tough to be worried about anything like that - it was more that he was mildly embarrassed by the idea of being attracted to her, given her profession, the lighthearted friendship they had begun to compose, and the fact that she could likely break him like a twig if he tried to make a move.<br/><br/>Besides, if the barrack-room stories he'd heard about Sisters bore any weight at all - which was doubtful, but still - there was a fair chance she wasn't the least bit interested in him. So, until she gave him any signs of interest, Torin was content to play the gentleman, knowing full-well that he could let his mind roam free when he was alone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>