He watched her face, and noted the way she drew back just slightly. Still no trust. He wondered just what caused such…paranoia in the woman. Such wariness, like a wounded animal still stinging from remembered wounds. “Well I do things /besides/ that.”, he drawled out slowly. “I bait beautiful women that hang out on rooftops as well.”, he added after a moment before a easy laugh escaped him. “Last time it was the beautiful woman that stole all /my/ favors while I slept wasn’t it?”
“Done and done.”, she couldn’t resist a challenge and he couldn’t resist poking just a little bit of just as his fellow Templar.
No it wasn’t surprising, or a wonder. He didn’t know the life of a thief, but he suspected it wasn’t the best of lives. It wasn’t the greatest of places to learn to trust a nearly total stranger. He watched her then, and when she approached he swiftly twisted his head to meet her lips with his. It was a quick thing the kiss, and he didn’t try to make it last any longer. “I was that foolish, and I did get what I deserve. Until then though, I enjoyed that night. Fade, I even enjoyed it after I woke up in the morning. I think I laughed for about an hour..”