“Oh?”, he replied with a curving smirk of his lips. “I didn’t hear any complaints that night. I heard a lot of you praising the Maker in your own special way, but no complaints.”
“No I’d rather not hop roofs all the way back, or splatter on cobblestones. I’d look a lot less interesting if I was splattered everywhere don’t you think?”, he chuckle softly as he felt his own leather backing beginning to stiffen on his leggings. “No harm staying till dawn.”, he agreed with the woman. “I tend to ignore mot of my curfew. It leads to a better night I’ve found.”
He paused again before that wolfish expression found its way back to his face. “Just how do you propose we spend the time till then?” It was a leading question and he knew it. “Do you plan on helping me with that Templar discipline?”