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That would explain it. If it was draining then it would make sense for her not to do it that much; and therefore, why it had taken Vaughn so long to know about it. Interesting. He seemed to learning a great deal of her secrets. Then again, what was one too many? He was already blackmailing her. It would not get much worse than that. All that would change is how much he blackmailed her and what he asked for as payment, as he would still entertain the less, innocent forms of payment.

"If you are tired now, I can escort you to your chambers and help you, relax." Yes. Even in a moment where she was explaining her special gift to him, he would still throw out suggestive comments. Surely she would expect them by now. But he brought the conversation back around. "And you are the only one in your family who has the ability to do this?" Curious indeed.

Vaughn knew that most people were upset with the death of a family member and she would definitely be one of those people. She had already displayed strong ties to everyone in her family. Unless she was not close to her father, then she was upset over the thought of his death. Yet, it was something that Vaughn was going to question. He was not a compassionate or sympathetic man. He would keep bringing up subjects even if they made the other person uncomfortable. "How did he die?" His voice lacked any sympathetic tone. In fact, it was asked with no emotion and far too casually.

Vaughn's glance was averting to different locations that she randomly appearing in, and then disappearing from. It amused him. He was not shocked by her actions, even though he had not expected them. He had seen a great deal of things in this world, none of which fazed him and this would not be the exception. Still, it was an interesting gift and ability to possess. He wondered how she used that. Or if she used it. She had not utlized this ability when she was sorely outnumbered with the bandits, so maybe she tended to keep it to herself. Vaughn smirked when she came back from her disappearing act. "This certainly gives me more leverage against you." He just had to say it. He was not going to spout words of admiration or act impressed, though it was without a doubt fascinating.

"This gift of yours could serve many purposes." Sneaking in rooms for one. "There must be a downside," he added expectingly. And now, it was back to story time. Little did he know how much he shared her thoughts on not understanding why one would end their life over someone they supposedly loved. It was a ridiculous notion. How could someone allow themselves to be so foolish, as to truly believe they were in love with a person and therefore, could not exist without it. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

"Such a dramatic history," he commented, still not even bothering to understand why someone would go through all the trouble for someone else. It was not worth it. Especialyl since in the end, they both wound up dead. "And then what of your father?" The question was asked assuming that her father was one of the older sons, and in addition to that, he was questioning what happened to him and why the estate stayed in their name.

Vaughn had really not expected her to invite him back to her camp. He was not one to reject such an offer however. Perhaps he had misjudged her. Perhaps she was in fact that kind of woman who invited strange men from the woods who had seen her naked, to her camp for a meal and, whatever else. He noticed her glancing behind every so often during the walk to their camp. She either did this to see if he was still following, or to see if he was going to draw a weapon on her and pose to be a threat. There was no fear in her eyes however, so for now, he would assume the first possibility.

His name. "You are right; you do not know what it is," he said, pointing out the obvious. To reveal his name was not a big deal to him, but for some reason, it was something that was always drawn out and turned into a larger mystery than Vaughn initially thought. Still. It was fun. "Such a beautiful name, suiting its holder extremely well," he complimented, avoiding the subject of his own name. Mainly because, she had not yet technically asked it; so why not hold that element of mystery for just a few moments longer.

Vaughn looked at the camp she had set up. Weapons, belongings, it seemed she settled here for most of the day, if not longer than that. He was about to make a bit of a perverted comment when she said that she had to change, but she was out quicker than he thought she would be. Oh well. He was sure he would have more opporutinities since he planned to be here for a bit. "And who else will we be expecting for dinner?" He asked, taking out the fish. Was it a lover? Brother? Father? Friend? Someone that would have a problem with a strange man being here? That would be great fun.

This boy certainly knew a lot about horses. Did Vaughn care to know what kind of breed it was? Not at all. All that mattered was that it could move and prove to be a good mode of transportation. Oh, and that Neav would get in trouble over this entire thing. "I will look after him as I would any other horse." He was not promising the boy anything. He would not go out of his way to make sure his horse was happy. He would feed it when it wanted food, as it would be rather useless if it had no energy in it.

He then chuckled at the boy's story. "As long as you can tell such a lie without getting nervous to the point of giving yourself a way, then it is indeed a believable story." This boy seemed very nervous though. Shy. Stammering. Would he be able to pull it off? Oh how Vaughn wished he could stay to see it and it would be all the more entertaining if he failed. Vaughn began to walk closer to the animal, inspecting it to make sure it was satisfactory. "And what do you think the Prince or King will do once you reveal your disregard for the animal?" The horses seemed well groomed and the boy seemed to take a great deal of pride in his work, so to attempt to annoy the child, Vaughn made it sound like that it was in fact his uncaring behavior towards them that made him lose this animal: Rising Sun, as he called him.

When she came close to him once again, and let her finger trail down his throat, he just smiled at her. They were very close and he leaned in just a bit closer. Close proximity did not seem to be something that intimidated her. Maybe she did not value her personal space as much as other people. No. She did not. Not if she was teasing him and touching him, even if it was in a more innocent manner. "Would you give up your virtue, to have your possessions back?" He asked, vocalizing his previous thoughts of wondering how far she would go. They were just pants after all. If she really was a, decent, as Vaughn assumed her to be then she would not give such a thing just for her pants back. Unless she had already lost it before.

He held her dagger in one hand, and had a firm grasp of her pants in her other hand. Taking the dagger, he stroked it across her cheek, not cutting or penetrating her skin. It was a light graze, certainly not enough to cut her. It was just done to show that he was not planning to give the dagger back anytime soon either. That now, he had her pants and her weapon so that he expected more if she wanted either, or both things back. Truthfully, Vaughn did not expect anything, but that was not what he was trying to show.

Vaughn watched the man storm off. He had no sympathy for Neav for having to deal with such a man; he just did not care. He made his way over to the stables, leaning on the wall, watching the boy carefully. He had missed Neav talking to them, so just watched the boy as he tended to them. "Are you grooming my soon to be horse?" He asked, smirking. All of the hoses looked like they were well kept indeed. And nothing less would be expected of the king and prince's animals. He would take one, only because he could. Only because it would mean that the boy would get in trouble over it.

Vaughn's only regret, was that he would not be there to see the look on the Prince or King's face, and he would not be able to witness the boy's punishment for his irresponsibility, even though Vaughn knew full well that he had threatened the boy into giving a horse to him. Then again, would Neav tell them the truth? He may as well try to find out as much as he could since he would be there to see the aftermath. "How do you plan to explain the sudden absence of one of the horses?" He asked, still smirking and still amused as he questioned what story the boy would make up, or if he would in fact tell the truth.

Noble. Knight. Vaughn had to hold back a laugh. After all, there was nothing evidently funny about what she said. It was only amusing to him because such words could not be further from the truth of who he really was. Yes; he dressed like a knight and therefore was expected to be a man of nobility, but he was so far from your average knight. And the Lady Morgana would have yet to realize this. He still positioned himself, lowered in a bit of a bow as she turned to face him and he got a better look at her.

"Sir Vaughn, My Lady," he answered in a very polite voice. "And you must be the Lady Morgana. I have heard rumors of your beauty though they do not nearly do you justice, for you are far more radiant than any words could have the power to describe." He smiled as he gently kissed the top of her hand. He was trying to sound as charming as possible, wanting to get on her good side, for now. Who knows what could come of it, but as he was forced to be on his best behavior in such a public setting, why not make ties with the more interesting people, and those who held great power.

It was probably a good thing that she had checked to make sure he was paying attention. While he practically listening to every word, the fact that he was not looking at her may have suggested he was not actually listening. He was however, remembering every single word. She seemed so excited and practically beamed when explaining this story. Her family, and their history was clearly something she took a great deal of pride in. It was not the shallow pride either; it was more the genuine kind. Of course, pride was pride, one way or another.

When she looked at him, feeling his eyes on her, he turned his head to look at her. "Carry on," he said in an emotionless voice, smirking at her enthusiasm for telling this story. He thought it was rather amusing. If ever asked about his family name, he would tell the story, but have no pride in it. If he had any, he would not have left them in the first place. He would have cared that he was disinherited. But he did not, and he never would. Perhaps one day he would return to see if there was anything left of the Adeney estate, but until that day, he would forever leave it as a memory.

Normal? Vaughn chuckled. "I realize you have not known me for long, but since you have first met me, when have you known me to do anything through normal means." Was allowing a group of bandits to attack a woman, normal? Was blackmailing her for sheer pleasure, normal? Vaughn did not believe it was. Not from what he had seen of the world this far. "I will have no preference among the male servants. Send whichever you believe to be the most, efficient." He wondered if she would. Or if she would do the exact opposite. Either way, he would have to display patience and charm, no matter how incompetent they were.

"I would have thought you would be more excited to hear my decision over staying for an extended amount of time," he said, in a mock disappointed voice. He knew of course she would not be, but had to point out her evident sarcasm at hearing the news. "I suppose you would not know the history of your own estate either." He was indeed curious, even if he was indifferent.