Alistair listened to the exchange with Beatrix and wondered any number of things. The first was how she could tell from a glance what the champion was supposed to be. In modern America she would be called a bitch because your not supposed to tell people how they identify. On another tangent he listened to her voice and wondered what she would sound like receiving some nasty, messy, hot, sex. Would she bite the pillow or your shoulder to keep the noise down, or would her cries of pleasure echo throughout the inn, like that gym teacher in Porky's. He dismissed the thought quickly so he wouldn't risk a public erection and embarrass himself.<br/><br/>"Unless there are objections I too would like a private room."