Distraction?

Simon could see a slight pang of something that seemed familiar to pain or discomfort go through the woman when he made his statement about oath breakers, but he decided not to push the issue. For all he knew, she could have been abused by a man who had made an oath to protect her from all harm, but had not considered himself among the harmful beings and betrayed her trust by taking her body as payment of his protection. This was a despicable act that Simon had laid eyes upon on several occasions during campaign, when he and his troop would come across a homestead of several young women and one military aged male. At first glance, it appeared as if he was their older brother, but upon closer inspection one could see the pain that painted the women's expressions or see and smell the areas that the man had chosen to take his payment at. A scent of blood mixed with sexual secretion would blanket the area in a sickeningly sweet mixture that would often lead to Simon or one of his men quickly lopping off the man's head. The women would be afraid of what would become of them without a protector in a time of war, even an abusive protector, but he would invite them along to serve as makeshift assistants. They would clean weapons and armor to the best of their ability or cook and pack up camp.

Seeing her lean forward as his gaze fell upon her, he let a smile play at his lips before sucking it back down to a semi-neutral expression and moving his eyes from her frame. What was he doing? The woman was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but why was he allowing her to capture his attention so effectively? He was a Knight of Verden, trained to resist all temptations in his path of righteous fury and peacekeeping. He was trained to strike temptation down at its source so that he could move on with a clear mind, but he was unable to do that right now. Forcing his eyes away from the woman's frame in order to scan their surroundings, he had a twisted sense of happiness when he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Instead of being happy for his safety, he was happy because it meant his eyes could go back to their current interest. Feeling his eyes roam her body subtly before they moved closer together, he leaned down and took the last piece of meat. Smiling at her as he brought it to his mouth, he took a bite and held it between his teeth before speaking around the meat, "Last chance, are you sure you don't want any?"

Chuckling softly, he chewed and swallowed on the small piece he had bitten off before setting the meat back down on the stone. Looking over at the time piece as the woman asked about their sleep schedule, he narrowed his eyes before looking back to her. Why would she want to know? Was she in cohorts with a target he had failed to see? Looking over at the horses, he assessed them for the small signs of distress he had trained them to display in growing intensity as they became more and more fearful or distressed. Seeing that they were completely relaxed, he looked back over at the woman and looked over her face again, trying to see any sign of treachery. Despite his attraction, he could honestly see nothing about the woman that warranted caution. She was possibly pushing half of his weight, and she had no obvious weapons that could be used against him. Mulling over all of these options for the space of a couple of seconds, he looked at her face with a smile and shrugged before speaking, "Just a little over a couple of hours."