Teft growled in irritation, as Lora refused to let matters lie. He fixed her with a steely glare. It was gonna be a long trip if she spent the entire time fretting. It wasn't that Teft didn't like them exactly. He just preferred his space.<br/><br/>"Fuck's sake, Lora. Learn to leave well enough, alone. I ain't some pubescent teenager what thinks with his pecker, and I ain't interested in spending your money neither. Save it for supplies. Or hell, buy<em>yourself</em>a whore."<br/><br/>If Teft wanted a whore, he'd find one his damned self. The idea of a woman buying him a whore was somewhat insulting really. Just what did she think of him? Fortunately, the food had arrived while he'd been distracted, and he was far more interested in that than picking fights with anyone. Discarding the supplied knife in favor of one of his own procured from his person, he wasted little time in digging into the generous helping of pork. Perhaps the first decent hot meal he'd had in what felt like months.<br/><br/>After a few good mouthfuls, Teft took a swig of ale to clear his throat. The food was hearty and fulling, instantly lifting his mood. Perhaps he'd been a little harsh on the girl. She was just trying to do that... social thing.<br/><br/>"You want to keep me happy, then how about I teach you to fight properly? Good as you are in a fair fight, you're gonna be ass up in the dirt eventually if you ain't expecting a trick or twenty. Probably wouldn't hurt the rest of you neither. Marcus ain't that far off the mark about those bandits."