A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth when she began speaking about his "rod". The tone and inflection allowed him to read between the lines, though even he couldn't, the blatant implication was easy enough for a blind, deaf tauren to see. Before he could respond, she gasped. Instinct took over, the warrior spinning and rising to his feet in one fluid motion, settling into a ready stance, despite being unarmed. His smiling countenance shifted to a fierce, searching look as he swept his gaze about the hilltop, every line of his body tensed, like a coiled spring. A few moments more of searching and he slowly relaxed, turning to her with a puzzled look, ferocity replaced with curiosity as he returned to his spot.<br/><br/>"Are yae a'righ', miss? Didja spot somethin', or...?" His turn to quirk a brow now, wondering what could have startled her so. No scents, no sound. Even as he was, he could pick up more than most as far as tracking went. So then what...?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>