"That's what I said, isn't it."  The warrior couldn't help but smirk in return.  There had always been something infectious about Lukas's smile.  That was the main reason she'd even considered sharing a bed with him.  Of course those days were long past.  She'd seen his true character, and wouldn't be so easily swayed again.<br/><br/>His trap does make sense, though, and Tamara feels a bit more at ease when he sits back down.  She doubts even the dagger dare could get past something like that.  But as she's thinking that he turns towards her and looks at her more squarely than he had since their forced exploration had begun.<em>Oh... this isn't good...</em><br/><br/>Fortunately it wasn't the question she'd feared, but one almost as bad.  What had she been doing?  Spending several months with a mercenary group, trying to forget the ache he'd made deep inside her.  Taking out her rage on the opposing army and drinking herself to sleep most nights.  Finally getting it out of her system, only to be forced to deal with him again.  Obviously none of that could be said.  So she simply shrugs.  "Out looking for some gold... a bit of training... some mercenary work.  How about you?"