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Sir Jacob Frye (derailedatrain) wrote in spinningcompass,

"One fifty, that is certainly nothing to sneeze at." He said, clearly impressed. Maybe it wasn't near what she normally might have been able to lift with her supernatural strength but she was certainly strong compared to most human women. He was fairly certain his sister couldn't quite match Bryn for strength and she was the strongest woman he'd known for a long time. She'd never needed to lift more than her own bodyweight anyway, any heavy lifting was Jacob's job, he was the one built for strength after all. He half wondered if she had to make herself stronger once she moved to India. Henry was a fine chap, but he didn't have the strength Jacob did. Not a lot of assassins did.

"And I'm sure you could lift more with your legs." He said, taking a moment to look down at said gorgeous legs. He'd had those thighs wrapped around several different parts of his body, there had been something exciting about the notion that those beautiful thighs could have crushed him with very little effort. Now that she was human again such a crushing wouldn't have been fatal but it wouldn't have been anything for him to take lightly he was certain. Though that might have said more about Jacob's attraction to dangerous people than it did about how strong she actually was.

"Should you be doing this alone?" He asked when his eyes made their way back up to her face. "I recall something about having a spotter. I wouldn't want you getting hurt while you were here by yourself."