[i]Freya would study the Witcher for a few seconds of soft silence, her head tilting in a soft curiosity. That silence would continue, before a cute smile would cross her face. She would continue to undress her armoring, until she was left with her uniform.[/i] "Careful, Witcher." [i]A singsong tone left her mouth.[/i] "I like you, but be careful. Perhaps the Dojo would enjoy the thought of bringing the Trayven commander to a certain peace. But would they enjoy you "living" alongside me, this early?"