Den of thieves or not, Trest was the only one that resided there. In fact, rarely did he allow anyone to stay, unless dropping off goods, money or picking up a new job...
And normally women didn't come to his home either. He rather liked to keep his place sacred, so it was strange he allowed anyone, let alone a woman, into his bed without the anticipation of bedding her...
Though it wasn't like it hadn't crossed his mind... several times.
But he had to focus. Just because it'd be a few days.. okay maybe a week, since he'd had a woman...
He sighed and flipped the meat flanks. He had to stay focused. Get the girl some food, see how she's doing and hopefully get her back ont he road soon. He was tired, (she had disturbed his nap, after all) and the day had been too long. Shifting the pan around over the flames, he gave a half swear when some greased popped and landed on his arm. He was quick to brush it off, shaking his head and extinguishing the flames before dumping the meat on two plates.
He made his way back to the room, opening the door with an elbow and hip before stepping inside, peering over at the bed to see if hse was still there- and if she was asleep.