<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>Although he was kept against his will at the arenas, they didn't treat him badly. How would they expect him to stay or attempt to fight well if there was no reward for it? Being given a bath like this with such warm water and a friendly face was something he hadn't experienced since before the League. She made him smile with that little comment of hers, Sir Buns of Steel. Her nicknames were so humorous and lighthearted, it really brought him comfort to know that she was fine with him and what he might have done. When she asked him where, and with who he was comfortable he shook his head at first.<br/><br/><strong>"Its hard to be. A lot of people would love to see me die and lose my streak I've had. I've had more than my share of assassins try to poison me in my sleep so I die in the middle of the fight the next day."</strong>He opened his eyes and looked at her, since he could now that she was near him.<strong>"But I'm comfortable now, with you."</strong>At this point Jiroph wasn't trying to relax or show her that he was having a good time since he sincerely was. She took a lot of the stress off of him with the simplest things. Maybe, it was just that no one was there to try and get on his good side unless they were trying to stab him in the back. He could trust her. He wasn't too sure about the general population of the Tavern, but with her he felt good.