"Then perhaps I should offer my help before I lose the chance..." Michael teased, cautiously resting one hand against Dawn, more feeling her interest or reception of himself before pressing too far. Being a follower of a dirty that valued freedom and passion above all often meant making sure his advances were welcome ones. It was why he never bothered with courtesans or prostitutes, it left far too many grey areas in just how welcome the act truly was. While women at the tavern looking for a one night thrill were always welcome, women like Stephanie, rare as they were, or other worshipers of Arshea were the most idea, those that saw sex as an action of passion and release, while not allowing any single encounter to change their understanding of a person. It was more than simply sex for the sake of sex, it was shared bliss and passion, meaningful, yet completely unconstricting. "Though I'm sure I'd enjoy helping you clean up instead, almost just as much..." Licking his lips as he said it. He couldn't begin to decide which woman he was more interested in, while Stephanie was more open and engaging, something he loved in a woman, Dawn's long hair and the dark red color of it simply drove him wild. As he spoke, he took once ship closer, the bulge of his robes so close to the mage's disobedient hips he could practically feel the heat off her body. The way he stood, never quite completely still, it was likely to Stephanie that he had his own ache that was becoming difficult to control, his body growing envious of the treatment Dawn was receiving.<br/><br/>Glancing back at his brother, he lowered his voice. "Oh, I guarantee, he certainly would, if he could only find it in himself to take a chance. Despite his... Capability, he suffers from a severe lack of confidence, despite my best efforts. There's no one I'd rather have at my back though, and I'm sure he'd be just as capable off the battlefield, if only he could be coaxed. Either of you would be welcome to try, but you would be the first if you succeeded, and doing us both a favor, at that. He could use the confidence."<br/><br/>Travis seemed blissfully unaware of the conversation at that point, happy enough to engage with the barkeep, assuming that Michael's whispered words were him attempting to explain exactly what worship of his god entailed, as he occasionally had to do. With any lucky, he'd either retire soon, or simply walk away, no worse for ware, and they could retire to their room, though he doubted, after all they'd seen by then, that he'd be spared having to hear his brother's solo worship session after all, in that event.