"Really? Well, thanks!" Jacob cheered, scratching his cheek and grinning cheekily at the meaningful compliment. Butchers don't get praised very often for their wit, and all he's ever known was praise - honest and back-handed alike - for his mean swing. But if he was unused to gloating over a bright idea, he was doubly inexperienced when presented with a generous, unguarded cleavage like Arisa's. Even if he'd fantasized about her before, her rather conservative gown offered little for someone who lacked imagination to shape in their heads.<br/><br/>"Y-you think so?" he gulped, unable to keep his gaze from dropping to her chest. "Y-you don't think Trinia'll just laugh?"<br/><br/>His mushy brain couldn't help but think about Trinia first when Arisa brought up the girls of Arelat, especially when Arisa's own daughter was somewhat notorious for proudly flashing her own impressive and clearly inherited cleavage around town. Only when Jacob snapped his eyes back up to engage Arisa more respectfully as he panicked a little could he begin to replace Trinia's face in his head with Arisa's.<br/><br/>"Nothing's wrong! I'm just glad you're here, ma'am!" he stammered like a rookie soldier barely holding it together. Jacob gave her a fumbling salute with his fist on his chest and began moving out for the rumored path that should be close by - keeping ahead of Arisa this time to keep from staring again.