<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>He shook his head, his eyes briefly straying to their earlier oject of admiration.  Torven pulled his gaze up from her cleavage to her face quickly, though.  Hoping she wouldn't notice.  "No, no, you've done nothing . . . it's me, I guess.  I'm not sure," he said, struggling with a desire to tell her and get things in the open versus his knowledge of her past.  He didn't want to take advantage of her.<br/><br/>Too many already had, from what he understood.  And many had taken advantage of him, in other ways.