Bram was starting to grow weary of his efforts. As disciplined as he was, this was reconnaissance...and not the 'sexy' kind, either. This was the sit and wait kind and it was every bit as painful as he remembered it. Barely a step up from guard duty, and that was pretty mindnumbing. Still, the eye candy managed to keep him focused to at least some degree, well, that and the fact that he did, in fact, have a mission of sorts in mind still. He practically choked as he swallowed a laugh at the conversation he managed to overhear, though. It definitely drew him out of the doldrums of what he was doing.<br/><br/>Really looking at the woman in question, he had a hard time believe that she would have a hard time getting a date. 'Obedient' or not, certainly someone would like a compliant woman. There definitely times when that struck his fancy, but the girls friend did have a point. Sometimes it was nice to have your girl fuck you. Not that he was into pegging or anything, but just having a girl be aggressive in the sack was a turn on. It was usually a pretty good indication she was into it. And those types were usually pretty good at letting you know what they liked and wanted. It was kind of a win-win in his mind.<br/><br/>Still, looking at the girl again, he could imagine drawing out that type of reaction from her. You get a woman worked up enough and she would come out of her shell. At least that had been his experience, relatively limited as it was. As desireable as he had been because of his looks and his job, the fact was he had never been the kind to abuse the opportunity. Hell, the opportunities had not even come up that often because his interest often lied in places other than the clubs and bars that were frequented by the girls that wanted men like him...or at least the type of man he represented. He actually did not consider it that big of a loss in the scheme of things. Too often he had seen that stuff end badly.<br/><br/>But the girls discussion with her friend and then watching her play with herself stirred something in him he had not felt in a fair while. After his injuries, he had rather shut down his sex drive. As much as he hated to admit it, there was a good amount of self-pity that took over part of him when things in his life went to shit. He could not imagine a woman wanting him in the condition he was in. Especially after his fiance had taken off upon discovering the nature of his wounds.<br/><br/>But now he was whole again, and there was a desirable and apparently frustrated woman not within a stone's throw of him. He smiled and shook his head at the thoughts going through his head at a million miles an hour. Coming to a decision, he figured if he got lucky, he could kill some time in a pleasant fashion and perhaps even get some information from the girl in the process. If she shot him down, he was in no worse position than he was already. Seeing her face sealed the deal in his mind. She was as pretty as any girl he had been with in the past, to include his ex. Things might be looking up for him after all.<br/><br/>And lastly, in all that, their blunt conversation and his own wandering thoughts almost made him miss what could be the answer to his dilemma. They had been transporting a rock to the stream. He hoped that meant a bit of manyte to the mana stream he had seen when he approached the Temple. It's not like actual water was free flowing around here, after all. He now had one more reason to make a play for the girl and information may not even be needed if she did, in fact, have what he needed.<br/><br/>He quietly stepped out from his hidden position and shifted a little behind her so that it might appear that he arrived from somewhere other than his hide site. He moved close to her, just behind her and to the side a bit. He leaned in close. "Miss," he said, fairly sure he would catch her by surprise, so he kept his expression relaxed and easy. "I'm sorry but I couldn't help but overhear...," he added, giving her a moment to catch herself before leaning in closer. "...but it appears that with the cold wind, perhaps a little fire in you might be in order," he went on, his expression turning to barely repressed lust with a hint of mirth at the position he had put her in with his comment. His use of words made it clear that he had heard a fair bit of the conversation with her friend.<br/><br/>He continued to close on her to where he could grab her if she decided to bolt. "Perhaps I can help you a bit...with the cold, I mean...well, and maybe your other problem," he finished, his expression was almost pure lust now, the wicked smile on his face spoke of all the things that he would do to 'assist' her with her problems. He tried to key in on what his comments were doing to her. She might want to bolt, but he hoped he could read that a greater part of her wanted to stay and see what happened. If she even gave him the slightest hint that she wanted what he was offering, he was willing to help her realize her own desires.