"I..." Travis was struggling to find the right words. As it was, it still seemed surreal that a woman like Stephanie would actually seek him out, on her own, with the influence of Michael or coin. "I'm not really... You mean in the same room, for everyone?" More often than not, inns in the smaller towns didn't have more than a single bed. Sharing a room likely meant sharing a bed, with both women, not to mention his brother. For a first time, the idea seemed overwhelmingly intense. Even when it was just him and his brother, Travis occasionally slept on the floor as Michael's dreams were all too often 'blessed' by his deity, and more than once he woke in his brother's embrace.<br/><br/>Glancing over at Michael, who he was sure was behind the blonde's visit, Travis's eyes went wide. Michael's hand was wandering ever lower, caressing the firm flesh of Dawn's rear before gently lifting as he backed the girl onto one of the few stools the bar had to offer, helping her take a seat as one leg shifted between hers, gently rubbing her soaked pussy to the point where he could feel the warm moisture through his own robes. "It may be easier to relax if we sit down..." He teased, having no intention of taking one himself, not when his throbbing cock was pressed so tightly against her inner thigh, the peak of his robed tent showing it's own discoloration from wetness. "Though it's hard to tell if you're interested at all when you keep hiding behind your hands..." While it was meant as a tease, he did hope that Stephanie had been honest in Dawn being as social as she. He'd be lying if he said the banter wasn't one of his favorite parts of the dangerous game they were playing in the middle of the tavern.<br/><br/>Travis had to tear his stare from Michael back yo Stephanie, where it lingered on her heaving chest a moment before he swallowed hard, forcing himself to attempt his usual professionalism and fade her. His armor clinked gently as he shifted his hips to adjust the plate, the idea the blonde wanted something similar being as exciting as it was terrifying, though his plate and her mythril would make completely reenacting his brother and the redhead difficult. "I... I don't know if I could..." He tried to explain. Every bit of him wanted to say yes, save for the inhibited, shy, and unsure. "I mean..." He tried yo find the right way to explain, truly not wanting to turn her away. Was it possible she actually saw something in him? "With Michael... Right there... He's very... I'm not sure..."