"Wouldn't you like to know?" A cheeky grin to soften the denial. Need some more approval than that before you go prying into her deepest, darkest secrets, Aurin. But she does shrug at his second statement. "Sure. I admit it. There exists no woman who has not looked at the pillar of discipline that is a Templar and had her thoughts wander. Now hold still, this is gonna sting for a second."
Azabeth, to her credit, tore open one of the paper packets with her teeth to sprinkle a fine powder on the wound - which did indeed sting, in fact it probably burned like Andraste on the pyre, but it would stop the bleeding and prevent infection, although Az was more concerned about Aurin passing out than getting gangrene. There was no way she could move him if he lost consciousness, and she knew it. "Do I still get a present after that?" she teased, setting the empty packet aside and beginning to stitch, while it still hurt, so as not to inflict too much pain by letting his nerves settle. She was quick and neat about it, at least, and the scar would not straggle across his back, though the thread would be unattractive till it healed. "And you're right. I always thought your order was supposed to be pious and moral and righteous, and all that other boring stuff. Were you playing hookey the day that taught that in Templar school?"