All while she'd been eating, he'd curled a hand around her back, not quite pulling her close, but staying close enough to provide a bit of warmth. He was incredibly lean and sharp-looking, and she might be able to feel that he was solid muscle beneath his clothes - likely not more than an ounce of fat on his entire body.<br/><br/>He met her gaze steadily, a smile creeping across his face, as he subtly turned her to face him. "It is a long, cold night... and there is but one tent, one blanket," he said. "Shall we share it?" he offered.<br/><br/>He didn't wait for an answer, as he suspected he already knew it - he would stop if she resisted, but he followed up by immediately leaning in to kiss her, hungrily, as his other hand gently swept the cloak fro her shoulders, laying it down behind her as he pressed her backwards towards it, using it like a blanket.<br/><br/>If she still seemed willing, or even better,<em>eager,</em>he would press on, his hands darting over her body, his touch soft, and skillful. This was no clumsy, greedy lover, but someone who knew the proper art of romancing a woman, and seemed fully intent on showing her everything he knew.