<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>He scooted forward a little as Isulura moved lower.  "Out sounds good.  It's been a while since I ate anywhere else," Torven murmured, "Almost like you read my mind . . ."  He put a little lilt in his voice, knowing that she could do exactly that, if she chose, though pretty certain that she wouldn't.  At least not without asking first.  He was reasonably sure of that . . . hoped so, at least.