Things had remained entirely too quiet for his liking; though he'd been keeping to himself for the greater part of the trip, it was more for purposes of observing the interplay between the others; some were more outgoing, while the priestess, obviously, was not entirely comfortable with the necessities of excessive conversation.  She had put on a brave face of deflecting such a barrage of questions, earlier, but her attempts to keep such suspicions from arising again seemed strained, at best.  Nevertheless, the effort was made, which meant it wasn't falling to him to do it.<br/><br/>"Well, this has already proven to be an interestingly gruesome exercise," he'd noted at the visceral encounter from earlier, but it did not set well with him.  They were supposed to be fetching female sexual objects, and were instead encountering signs of things that were well outside of his area of expertise.  Fortunately, he reminded himself, most things don't like to have certain substances introduced into their bodies...and I happen to keep well stocked on those.<br/><br/>The detour, however, presented other opportunities.  He was not looking for ladies for the king, after all; his was a supervisory reconnoitering, and getting the chance to assess future breed stock for the Cabal was always a worthwhile venture.  Though, still, that priestess kept drawin ghis thoughts back to her, more and more...