Baron looked up, and gave the woman a once over. She was wearing heels and a very short skirt, and Baron wondered if she was some sort of camp slag who had come down to relieve the men of their stress. He recognized her from around the castle, but he had no idea who she was aside from the obvious. He gave her a sneer.
"Not interested," he said, turning back to his meal. "I'm married You'll have better luck with the other men."