Tragos' hands stopped as he looked at her closely, uncertain for a moment if he'd heard the concealed weapon in her voice or if he'd imagined it. No, no he hadn't imagined that. That was a deliberate barb.
"She slept on me." He didn't know if disarmament was an option, or if they were rushing headfirst toward a fight. "For about an hour. She was exhausted. Hurt."