<strong>Name:</strong>Most Benevolent Tyrant Draken<strong>Passion:</strong>Anger<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Fire<strong>Skills:</strong>Strength(X) Intimidate( ) Endurance(X)<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.( ) 2.(X) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>6(6)[3]<strong>SP:</strong>0[6]<strong>CP:</strong>4(8)<strong>AT:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>He chuckled at her blatant attempt to change the subject. "You know so little about me but you know how much 'room' I have? Or are you just claiming to<em>take up</em>that much space?" He teased her further. "I haven't forgotten what I said, and I<em>also</em>haven't forgotten the question you ignored. How much room is there for a woman to get her hooks in<em>you</em>for a change? I've got a big castle after all, I could always make sure she had a room adjoining yours..." The helmet once again gave the strong impression of grinning widely and teasingly despite<em>clearly</em>not being able to move... or at least it<em>shouldn't</em>be able too...