The fact of Dymian's strength had been obvious. Her chest still stung from the impact of his blow. But he didn't fall into any of the classic stereotypes. He was not clumsy--had moved with significant grace. He was not dull but had bantered with wit. Knowing all this it was that much harder not to admire the roll of his revealed muuscles. She smiled at him as she began untying the rope that had retrieved him. "Well fought," she declared, offering a handshake.<br/><br/>With only minor effort she looked up from his muscular chest to meet his eyes.