Tam more felt than saw her put her gear on. The tinkling of chainmail, the soft creak of leather. And the finally Cicero's light chuckle. Momentarily, he wondered if she had him figured out, the way he had not yet seemed to pin her down. If she knew exactly how she made him feel, and the thoughts he tried to hide, even from himself. She is just another soldier, he reminded himself. Just another comrade in arms, another piece on the board. When she came back into view, to stand beside him, he sighed, knowing that it still didn't work. He ought to be thinking about the job, concentrating thoughtlessly on his task. Peering down into the street, his eyes followed a cloaked figure walking down the street. After a minute he recognized one of the guards, lazily, and possibly quite drunkenly, making a turn around the street. Nope. Not that one either. He glanced at Cicero when she spoke, making a point of not letting his gaze linger on her angular features. He considered just harshly letting her know that he was not her lackey, that he was married and that she was just another soldier that he was supposed to work with. Then he sighed again, rose and fetched her boots for her, stretching out a hand to give them to her, squinting down at her where she sat perched on the window ledge. His eyes were blue, almost burning with the intensity as he watched her. It had nothing to do with his wife or his kids. It was a different life, he reminded himself, and while he lived it he was a different person. So, he didn't say anything this time either.