He nodded to Bear, before leaving.<br/><br/>Back in his room, he paused, before giving her an amused smile. "We thieves have... a substantial dissatisfaction of getting hurt, and knowing that a healer is waiting back at the guild, just for them, will make them more like we once were."<br/><br/>He opened his mouth, before pausing, a confused grimace flashing across his face, before he gave an piercing stare, which quickly relapsed into the previous amused smile. "Though you are correct. Why would I spend so much on a healer?"<br/><br/>He stared at her face, his eyes not matching the smile, instead the eyes of an enraged predator with prey before it, though it only lasted a minute before he shrugged. "I will be honest. Not sure. But if you would like and would rather be a concubine than healer, I can take you over to the slave market. No? Didn't think so. So don't complain. Something is going right for you for once, and the Powers That Be might decide to reverse it if you complain too much."<br/><br/>He sat down in the chair that would be behind the door when it opened, idly contemplating the reasons why, and eventually giving a mental shrug. She was gorgeous, pretty, and attractive, a rare combination nowadays, and if she hadn't called it out, he likely wouldn't have thought too hard on the matter. However, now that he had, he honestly wasn't sure why he had been willing to fling so much coin around for her. An annoying mystery for a clear, sunny day.