<span class="bbc_u"><em>"You're a monk?” </em></span><br/><br/><strong>“Yes.”</strong>Rook replied casually to her question with the same small smile he'd had since she'd seen him.<strong>“Yes, I am.”</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>“I suppose I can give you a room, but I must ask that you refrain from...wandering...around the mansion if you wouldn't mind."</em></span>Rook couldn't help but chuckle softly before shooting the woman an even brighter smile.<br/><br/><strong>“Thanks.”</strong>He said after his short bout of laughter had passed.<strong>“This really means a lot to me, but you honestly don't have to worry yourself. I'm sure I can take care of myself.”</strong><br/><br/>On the outside, he projected a generally carefree image befitting that of a monk who was most likely sub-par in his duties, yet on inside, Rook quickly found himself growing tired of the woman's suspicions. He subconsciously found his fingers inching ever so closer to the knifes which practically begged to be used but reminded himself it wouldn't be proper form to simply attack the woman after she'd been so kind as to lend him a room. Doing so would've been outright rude right? Besides, although he generally curious about how the woman would've looked bathed in red, it would've been sloppy on his part to not at least take a head count of the mansions inhabitants before putting them to rest. Didn't want word to get out ya know?<br/><br/>And so with the same sweet, soft, and innocent smile Rook had held during their entire meeting, he bowed slightly in front of the woman as a small sign of gratitude before raising his head back up and asking,<strong>“Mind leading the way?”</strong><br/>