The gentle grip on her arm seized her and she looked helplessly into his eyes. She knew she shouldn't stay a moment longer, everything told her to open the door and just run, run back to The Randy Peach, run back to the rooms that were too big and fancy for their own good.
But she didn't.
She listened to him intently, her eyes tender, her ears concentrated on every word that slipped past his lips. Maybe it was the look that was awash his face or maybe it was that she could relate to some degree. She took his hands and squeezed them gently in reassurance, looking up at him in earnest.
"Atreus...I'm not a Bard." Her response was breathless, her eyes now averted to the floor, staring at the cracks between floorboards. She breathed in deeply, readying herself, telling someone wasn't knew, many men knew what she was but why was it so difficult all of a sudden. She could leave right now, forget about it, he would never find her anyways even if he decided to come to the brothel. There were many women there, many more prettier and alluring.
She was speechless now, her mouth dry, the words stuck in her throat.