"I'll make you a list," He quipped, though it was half serious. He needed time to set his thoughts in order, but then he wold most certainly solicit her help in obtaining answers.

He sighed - already hurting everywhere - and looked at her a little warily. "If I had been meant to be a soldier, I wouldn't have been born nearly as handsome," he complained lowly. And then, after a moment: "Though you and Cullen certainly do your best to defeat that particular stereotype."

He lunged forward, doing his best to strike out with the blunt end of his spear.