Darius slowly regained his feet and balance as they walked, the quickly cooling air helping to take some of the bite off of the headache that he was dealing with. The crowds had for the most part either gone home, or migrated to the large tavern several streets down from their location. At Gwen's words, he hooked a finger into her dress, and dragged the backs of his fingers down across the swell of her breasts. "You're assuming that I'm going to allow you out of bed tomorrow." That pang of desire again; so hot that he could feel it in his belly, begging to be released. "I'll be quick. I already know what need to grab. You can come back and shop for more if you feel the need."<br/><br/>Separating himself from Gwen, Darius gave the glassmaker a nod. Opening a few of the smaller wooden cases, he picked five of them, and coin was quickly exchanged. They were all fairly uniform in size with the exception of a longer case, which made them easy to carry. "We took longer than I thought, and the leatherworker is likely closed up for the evening. I'll have someone send for your clothing in the morning. I should be able to keep you fairly warm throughout the night."<br/><br/>At the thought of what was in the boxes, several very vivid images were popping up in rapid succession, and it was doing absolutely nothing to help their physical location. Taking a deep breath, he managed to calm himself at least partially. Leaning close, he sid into Gwen's ear just above a whisper, "We need to hurry. Otherwise I'm going to end up bending you over against one of these shops for all to see." There was no jest in his tone, and if the emotions filtering down to her were any indication, there would be no doubt that he was completely serious. The nausea had fled, and was pushed far from his mind.<br/><br/>Balancing the five polished oak boxes in his arms, he nodded for Gwen to lead the way.