[He had no right to feel as content as he was while gently touching her, yet he did. This was something she wanted, this was something he could provide without strings attached of any sorts. His hands moved down, resting on her neck once more, caressing it with care and bringing his thumb up to scratch behind her ear. His mind focused on the fact that she was there, alive, under his lucky blanket and as long as he managed to stay awake, safe. Once they reached Baldur's Gate, he had to put even more distance between them, Cazador couldn't know he cared about another, but for now he just enjoyed the moment.

The man shook his head, glancing around in the shadows of the temple and returning his attention to the fire. He had eventtually to get up and find more wood, but until then he could allow himself to stay. His hand wandered up, gently touching her cheek, pushing her hair to the side and even daring to caress the base of her horn before moving back down to her neck and then daring to slide it under her armor to caress her shoulder. Nothing indecent, nothing that one would associate with the loud mouthed flirt he usually was, just a simple chaste caress as he stared at everything but her.

Even if there was some infatuation, she had all the time to move on.

As long as they survived the Shadow Cursed lands and whatever awaited them in the city. He nervously laughed with her, shaking his head once more. They were all so fucked.]

I can do that, yes, just don't tell Scratch about this. He'll get jealous, he always asks me for cuddles and I am just too cool to concede my hands to everyone. So many begging for my touch, I'd never get anything done if I spent my time petting every soul.

[See? He was doing her a favor, not to himself. No matter if he took more comfort from this than he cared to admit.]

Do you want me to try to talk you to sleep? I do have a few stories to share. Or do you want to talk?