<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm sorry dear sir, but your money is no good here. You will have to work off your meal...upstairs with me,"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Cagan was not paying much attention, his eyes on the commotion that seems to be settling. It takes the large warrior a moment to note the hand of coins, before he takes them.  Looking up, he cannot help but smile as his eyes take the beautiful woman in. Reaching out for her, he slips his arm around her and pulls her to his lap.<br/><br/>"I will need to fuel myself in order to properly pay you as you deserve."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dimmy that is no fair! We want turns with the handsome Sir as well!"  Dimona shrugs and said," Well I suppose we can have him stay the night and pay for the bed by having turns with all of us.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>"Well ladies, I suppose it would only be fair. I would hate to be unkind or rude."<br/><br/>Cagan despite a rather gruff demeanor seemed to find no end of situations just like this one in his life. He tried to keep to himself and not draw attention but it was not to be. Leaning into the woman on his lap he can smell the lightest hint of her scent as his mouth finds her cheek and leaves a kiss.<br/><br/>As the hunters of the lust cult arrive, there is a moment when Cagan considers trying to just look down and not draw their notice. Obviously this will fail and he realizes that the constant use of "pretty" and "boy" just raises a visceral reaction towards them. Shifting in his seat, he uses his arm to sort of guide Dimonia off of him, and a few feet away. Then, pulling his covering out of the way, and taking his helmet from the table, he places it on his head, and picks the scabbard up from where it leans, unsheathing an absolutely monstrous sword as he closes in on the men.<br/><br/>His face could almost be described as perfection, and often was. A straight, noble nose and strong chin with a jawline that caused a flutter in hearts even as his grey blue eyes served to melt their hearts and turn knees to jelly. He stood just over six feet,and even under his covered armor one could easily see the massive size of his broad shoulders and arms as tendons and sinew tightened when he gripped the great saber in his hands.<br/>