Scar blinked when he heard her speak...wondering if her heard it exactly right. But when he ran those words through his head over and over again...he came to realize that what she said wasn't part of his imagination. Like before, he turned onto his back and propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at her. But neither of his brows were raised...instead he had his eyes narrowed.<br/><br/>He eyed her for a moment before deciding to speak,"So...you want me...a near stranger, one who won't even give you his real name, have defeated you in battle, and has obvious signs that he is a greater threat...to roll on top of you and 'take' you."<br/><br/>Again, he grinned and chuckled,"Of anything, that is the last thing I thought you would request." He then sat up and looked down at her, looking as if he was actually considering the idea...but also giving it the benefit of a doubt and humoring her,"If you are serious about this...why the sudden question? Don't tell me after all that has happened, you're starting to fall for a lowly mercenary, are you?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>