“…you are doing that making things difficult thing again.”, Aurin replied as he watched her get dressed, with an almost wicked smile on his features. “No though. Defiantly not sweet. Tasty, but not sweet.” He added after a moments thought.
He watched until she was out the door, and then pulling the sheets up he wrapped them around his waist as he strolled his way towards the fire. There wasn’t much there to work with, but he did what he could. A few warn bits of kindling went into the fire before he searched around the room for dry wood with flint and tinder. It took some time to find all the items, but when Imenry walked back in with the packs there were a few sparks starting to catch in the hearth already.
“I had the same thought,”, he added as he looked up from his crouch towards the swordswoman. “We should have something good enough for breakfast to be made on at least soon enough.” He stood up with a slow stretch of his muscles before glancing towards her at the question. “Well I’ve never been the best of Templars. They keep me around because I’m very good at killing blood mages. My more pious brothers I just…don’t inform of my more interesting activities.”