Luth - being used to savage bestial laws of the forest, sees it all his own way. And what cooks beneath that red mane of aged hard forehead is rather complicated to tell. Unlike most men common to both Ora’s and local people, he reacts to the pinch about as much as he did to that slap. With clear curious surprise and humor.<br/>“Why are you women always keep being interested in the rump of a man? Not like we have anything useful there.”<br/><br/>He sighed, hardly keeping laughter to himself.<br/><br/>Luth watched through the execution with a crooked sharp toothed smile. Someone is being toyed with. Then killed. No real fight back. Pathetic. Some local women are clearly quite covardly and would survive in the forest among Lynxes... not so much.<br/><br/>Another thing was his apparent arousal all at the sight of woman’s nudity and deadly rape struggles. Red Luth’s loincloth bulging up front, creating a rather massive tent. Judging by the imprint and length, he was nothing near as long as the mimic, but still bigger then men Ora was used to. The barbarian didn’t even make en effort to cover himself or notice it. Shameless as a male animal.<br/><br/>“They risk keeping such predators around. Without fire. Bold folks.”<br/><br/>As the mimic escaped, he didn’t even flinch, let alone panic. And to the black woman, Luth leaned and quickly replied even as she disappeared.<br/>“Screaming Virgin tavern. In three hours. Dinner date.”<br/>Then and only then he listened to Ora and directed their walk towards the resturants alley.<br/>He leaned closer to her, holding the dark skinned woman by the hand.<br/>“He-He... You are a smart woman. Guess why I invited the mimic?”<br/>That he said in a whisper, leaning to Ora’s ear, bathing it in hot breath.