Aramil was down in the basement having said his good nights to the lovely barbarian woman. He has done much during their romps at the arena, fighting and drinking and overall paying attention to her and trying to get her to like him in a more intimate way. He displayed power and speed within the Arena as well as some decent sportsmanship. His eyes were thinking things over and he had to wonder what kind of impression he left upon her if any. There had been some strong yet innocent flirtation to help warm her up to the idea of him. None the less he figured it would be time to go for broke and try and see if he could manage to give her exactly what she wanted in a man. She said that one had to take what they wanted and be direct with a mate in her tribes views. If his methods weren't working then obviously he needed to use his own. He picked up a few things from his private trunk and goes about late within the middle of the night to check on her. He wanted to see her in her more... private manners and with his degrees of stealth and skill it would be simple to peep on her.