As she stepped back to let her hair fall, Cauwyn watched and grinned. She really was a very pretty girl, and the way her hair fell only added to that beauty. When she took another drink though, Cauwyn couldn't help but smile. Drinking was good, drinking helped women let go of that whole unhealthy inhibition this whole 'civilized society' put upon them. In the camps it was different, the women there didn't need to drink for courage, at least not the ones there by choice. They had plenty enough just coming into such a rough place. As for the pregnancy, there were herbs for that as far as Cauwyn was concerned. In his mind, like many other men, it wasn't his fault a woman chose to get pregnant.
"For me?" He smirked with a small shrug, "Not just for me, I can tell you that. I've never 'ad any complaints.." From willing women, he considered but didn't add. No reason to bring that up, though it did make his smirk grow a bit more bold. Cauwyn chanced a glance over his shoulder, at the door, and then returned his attention back to her. It didn't seem there were too many coming to bother the poor blacksmith girl.
With both hands planted firmly on the counter Cauwyn pushed himself up and swung his legs to the side bringing himself to rest sitting upon the counter. Adjusting slightly to get comfortable, he reached out again with his hands, taking her wrists in his and pulling her closer, "Course, like I said. It'd be a lot easier t' show ya..."
