He blinked, part of him ogling her, another part trying to stay respectful, but the major part of his brain slipped back, almost instinctively, into combat preparedness. He was already up into a low kneeling position, one of the iron daggers in each hand, one reversed for throwing, the other held properly and halfway to a guard position. He slipped the blades back into their hidden sheath's, and stepped back a bit as she moved closer, his eyes on hers, the unusual irises disconcerting enough to keep him getting distracted by the body hidden by a single layer of form fitting silk or velvet. He also found them oddly captivating, though he simply nodded to her question. "I bet that they beat MREs and rations, so yes please."<br/><br/>He let her go first, his gaze constantly falling down her body, taking in curves that would make super models and porn stars back home die with envy, and even Blossom was a pale candle in comparison. He refrained from sighing, before shaking his head, and taking a look around the new chamber as he entered.