Her words, or the way she had phrased them about 'cooperating' if it meant 'sleeping with him' weren't lost on the big guy. He simply believed that she had -misspoken-. Her speech pattern was a bit different than what he was used to, so likely, he thought, she had simply meant she wanted to get some rest after all the excitement of the day.<br/><br/>But then she was still standing before him, her hands reaching up to brush dust or some sort of debris off his armor. He knew he could use a shower, and his armor definitely could use a through cleaning as well, but then her palms were resting against his chest, her face angled to look up at his, and he simply looked down into her eyes, wondering what was -really- going on inside her head.<br/><br/>She mentioned something about his hair and braiding it, and he blinked at her with confusion. What??? Was that some secret question, wondering what else she should 'do' to him? It sure did sound suggestive, and the first thought that came to mind was that she was going to try to seduce her way off the ship... which, of course, to him did not make a lick of sense. He had -already- promised her save passage, and all she had to do was sit down, shut-up and enjoy the trip without causing trouble. Could she have doubted his word, expecting him to lie, and thought that perhaps.. another method of 'insurance' might be purchased? Or, more likely, was she simply trying to get him off balance so that she could then somehow -deal- with him?<br/><br/>Her hands slid to his hips, and he raised his hands up as if in surrender. "Look, foxy... you don't have to play the seductive temptress with me," he said, even though he could likely convince himself to like it. "I already promised you a safe trip back to your master. You don't have to -trade- anything for that," he offered, hoping she would understand what he was saying. But she pressed forward - causing him to take a step back.