Really, Gaia was learning so much about Galen, and not just from what he was saying. She was learning from the way he said things, the way he presented himself. These were all things she had learned to read at a young age. She'd had to. It was survival. From the way he was talking, it was clear to her that he spoke his mind, be it for better or for worse. From what she could tell, he was not lying to her about anything. But Galen seemed more the type to be straight-forward, which she liked. "Truth. Things that are easy to accomplish are not worth the trouble." She grinned. And it was the truth. It was why she played games with people. She only ever chose the harder cases to crack for her amusement.
"Sometimes doing the right thing is the most difficult to achieve." She did appreciate that noble streak within him. And really, how could she resist a man with a dark past, a forming noble streak, was obviously inexperienced with women, and had amazing muscles? She could feel the muscles in his arm after she'd linked hers through his. And really, muscles on men attracted her almost as quickly as a rich man did. Though at least men with muscles were usually somewhere around her own age. Rich men tended to be older, sometimes far older than she was. A fact that was both good and bad.
"I have heard it is, but I do not like the movement so much yet." Gaia had tried it once, out of curiosity. And she'd had vertigo after that for a good hour or two because she hadn't been used to it. Perhaps she should start taking it more often and get herself acclimated to it, but she did not wish to experience that feeling again just yet. Still, she was grateful that he obliged her in taking the stairs, and she led the way up to the fourth floor where her room was. "Do you live in this inn?" She still called this place an inn because she had not quite yet assimilated apartment complex into her vocabulary.