Gra'ak smiled watching the fire cook the fish as she ate. When she acknowledged him with a mouth filled with food. The poor girl had been starved more likely and would most assuredly be hungry for more. When he tried to find words to speak to her they did not come for she seemed quite content in presenting herself and all her natural assets to him. He found himself quite speechless with blood boiling as his loins pressed to the hard bits of armor that shielded him from the outside world. Now it was quite a trap to be sure as his silks and cottons rubbed against the armor he wore, tented or trying to be against his armor and he had to shift a bit in order to make sure he didn't break his natural claymore. His cheeks were deeply tinted and he turned his eyes away for the moment.<br/><br/><em>"It was not like she wasn't willing so why am I nervous like a squire seeing a woman for the first time?"</em>Gra'ak felt the answer come to him quickly enough. It was because she was eating and whilst she had her natural tendencies as a slave he should not be advantageous of it. Not unless she wanted to serve him in that was as well. He felt he should be honest about this and talk. Difficult as it was he spoke up slowly<strong>"Tamara. Do you wish to have a moment of peace when you eat? I... don't have to enjoy you intimately. Not straight away, though beautiful that you are."</strong>He said respectfully before continuing on.<strong>"I just don't want you to think of me like the orcs that held you. If you wish not to be taken intimately I wont force it."</strong>He wanted it to be her choice on that matter. She might say yes anyway but it would give definite peace of mind.