~<strong>Ryann, in the baths</strong>~<br/><br/>Oh but she could feel the heat of the Egyptians eyes upon her flesh as she walked towards the baths. And even though she had never lain with a man, she was very keen to desire. Ammon equaled desire in a very dangerous and delightful way. Perhaps it was her naivete, or her luck, but she had managed to stave off all unwanted advances so far, whether through violence or cunning. Yet there was something in Ammon that caused her to indeed act a bit reckless. But was it recklessness really? Or was it simply survival tactics?<br/><br/>Berengarius was following her, speaking incessantly. He never seemed to stop. And although his words held the ring a truth, he was grating on her nerves. As his deep tone followed her into the baths, she would finally stop, her hands working into fists as her fierce emerald gaze finally settled upon him. When Berengarius stopped speaking, she simply stood there before him for many a silent moment, staring up into his eyes, rose-hued tiers pulled into a thin line as he jaw worked with the silent grinding of teeth. With a hiss she would step up to him, and for the first time her voice would be heard. Sweet it was, sultry timbre holding delicious tones, even with her clipped accent.<br/><br/>“ Do not presume to tell me how to act. Everyone is my enemy until I deem it otherwise giant. I am to survive here yes? I am to fight here amongst these men yes? If that is the way, then let them come. Let them see who is within this flesh they might desire...”<br/><br/>Her gaze would travel hotly, heavily over his body, flicking around the large German to take in Cingetorix as well. Now this man, he was quiet. He was watchful. He was plotting. She could see it within his eyes, within the way he held himself tight as a coiled spring. Silent he was even as he finally stripped and slid into the water. She would look again to Berengarius, snarling up into his face.<br/><br/>“ I am to fight with you, amongst you. I might even have to fight against you. When you need to slit my throat for the whims of the pathetic Romans, will you still be telling me how I need be mindful of my personal welfare?”<br/><br/>A last step towards Berengarius and she was up on her toes, getting as much into his face as she could, a stiff finger jabbing into his chest as she hissed harshly at him. “ And I am no little child. I am the daughter of the Ard Ri. I have known battle, blood, death. I have survived through several lines of chains. I will show all here I am a force to behold, or I will die. YOU...” another jab of a cracked fingernail into his chest.. “ are not my Father, nor any of my Brothers.”<br/><br/>With a low growl she would whirl away from him, moving to a bath on the far wall, splashing into the water. Her back she would set to both the men as a bucket would be grabbed, filled, and water sluiced over her head. She would make the attempt to ignore them both as she enjoyed the first bath she'd had in a long while.