"Pasty, huh?"<br/><br/>Lukas smirks and shakes his head, feeling the rough wood of the wall tugging at his hair. Gotta give Tamara credit... she certainly knows how to throw a punch, be it verbal or physical. But the rogue doesn't really feel like rising to that particular challenge at the moment. He's cold, and still damp, and wants nothing more than to just stoke a fire in his gut and in the firepit.<br/><br/>One comes easier than the other, though... and with a grunt, the rogue pushes himself up to his feet and snags one of the bottles of whiskey off the table. A<em>pop</em>and a deep pull later, and he's sighing contentedly. Already, a pleasant heat is starting to build up in his belly.<br/><br/>"Hmm... Well, we just -hc- need to be careful." The thief smiles and moves over to the door, closing it and locking it smoothly. From there, it's a simple act of balancing a piece of metal armor on the handle. "There... if someone does force it open, we should hear it..."<br/><br/>As he settles back in to his place by the fire, Lukas actually looks straight at his partner for the first time since they accepted the job. How long has it been? Two years, or three?<br/><br/>"Um...-hc- what have you been doing since our last job, anyway?"