Roll in the Hay

Fair point. I supposed.

He can find me just about anywhere.

“Why are you here, Gray?”

“Just making sure you get out of the village safe. Care for a roll in the hay?” His sardonic voice made my hair bristle.

I scoffed. My disbelief obvious. “It’s doubtful my safety was your priority.”

Perhaps the roll in the hay.

He’s not funny.

“Why would you say that?” That damnable cool voice.

“It’s more likely you wanted me out of the village and straight to your King.”

I sensed his shrug behind me.

“How’d you know I got away?”

“Saw the old man creeping around all suspicious and figured there was only one person in the brothel likely to be stirring up that much of a fuss.”

Me.

“You paid to lie next to me, Gray. You could’ve gotten me out.”

He gave a speculative rumble. “Would you have gone with me, if I did?”

“No! I’d have known you were taking me straight to your king.”

“Then what would’ve been the point?”

“You were really going to leave me there?”

“Don’t see how I had much choice.” He said a bit