Gra'ak had his eyes become quite attentive with the posture she took. Whilst he took slaves of his on he barely if ever had a pleasure slave for his ward. It brought blood to his loins and embarrassment to his cheeks with how her ample bosom bounced. Impure thoughts rose to them and whilst he had no vows of chastity or disallowed himself to enjoy the aspect of wives, he never pursued it and now here Tamara was before him teasing him so. A breathtaking beauty of a woman. Suitably fair to be a princess and yet not. He would push his mind down on such thoughts as he should see to her needs first before he allowed himself to stray. When the time came to approach such a topic he would but for now he had things to do.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll see about cooking the fish but for now to slake your belly's demands I have some fresh bread and cheese in my pack."</strong>He would stand up once more a gentle tone upon her. He knew she was quite timid from her captivity and knew best not to scare her. He would pluck out the promised food and as he claimed it was very fresh and firm. Taking out a knife he sliced a few pieces off and placed it upon a scrap of cloth upon the rock. And not just a meager amount of scraps but a true meal.<strong>"Help yourself to what I have here."</strong>Unhooking his wineskin he would place it on the rock for her to drink in case she needed water. He would work in silence on gutting and preparing the fish adding the innards to the flames before he skewers the meat on the spit and allows it to cook over the fire. He smiled to himself as his work helped his mind focus away from the cloudy thoughts she brought.