Brea felt a little disappointed as her head was pulled off him. If he had gotten hard again, she would have worked him over properly a second time, and he would be good and tired. Probably he would have fallen asleep, leaving her free to roam.<br/><br/>But conversation was good - in small doses.<br/><br/>She snuggled up beside him, curling one leg across him as she stroked his face and hair. "Mmm hmmm" She sounded non-commital and not terribly interested either as she responded. The life of a war camp follower sounded like humdrum. On the other hand, there could be rich pickings. But it sounded like too much death and violence to wade through. Brea knew herself; she was a city girl.