He was about to go back to the cockpit, when she pushed the door open, exposing her now clean body to his sight. He'd later blame the few months he had been without companionship for that, but his gaze gravitated toward her body, scanning her from bottom to top, unable to really stop himself. Her words finally snapped him out, as he looked up, a little annoyance slipping past his control. "Why do you call me Master? I do not own you." he said, her own deprecation annoying him further. "Until I see proof of the contrary, all women are ladies in my eyes, worthy of my respect." he said, already cursing himself for sounding so harsh.<br/><br/>Her offer to cook, however, did not go unnoticed. "Hmm, well. That could be an idea.. after we get something to put on you, other than that dirty thing.." he said, nudging the red tunic on the floor with his boot. Her renewed offer of her body to him irked some, but he would not allow that to show. '<strong>Yeah. All I need now is to make her feel hurt, after all she's endured..</strong>' he thought "Look, I do think you're beautiful, and very desirable. I'd be lying if I said I did not want you. But.. I don't think that's a good idea." he said, looking a side for a moment. '<strong>Tarkan, you walk away. Walk away, now..</strong>' he commanded himself. "I'll.. go find you something to wear." he said, slowly backpedaling, pulling the door closed softly as he did. '<strong>This is not going to end well..</strong>'