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Did she just agree to a good night's kiss? Surely it would not be that easy to extract such intimacy from her. When she began to move forward, Vaughn just looked at her, the anticipation within him as it would be present in any man who was about to be kissed by a beautiful woman. Though she seemed to have deviated from the more, traditional approach and instead bit down on his neck instead. He could not say he was disappointed for the unexpected act still had an arousing affect. His chuckle deepened when she pulled away, curious as to how she possibly thought he would be able to sleep after doing such a thing.

He continued to look at her, only turning his neck while the rest of his body remained firmly in place. It had been quite some time since he had lay on the luxurious comfort of a bed, and while he did not miss it from his home, it was undeniably a great feeling. Despite this, he was rather awake after her little nibble though something told him she was drifting off. While there was a lot he did not comprehend about people, he really could not understand how she so easily slept next to a stranger who was blackmailing her and had proven he was clearly not to be trusted. Did she truly think he would not take advantage of her? He turned his head once again so that he was staring straight up at the ceiling. Unsure if she was fully asleep or not, he spoke anyway, just for the hell of it. "Who knew the daughter of a nobleman would like it so feisty." ]

A tavern was not an unusual place to find Vaughn at. With that being said, every time he was in one was an opportunity to witness first hand the everlasting stupidity of the human race and just how idiotic drunk men could be. Vaughn was not a people person but provoking them, calculating their reactions to certain situations, was something, the only thing really, that he did on a daily basis. Life offered no other forms of amusement so he had to create his own.

It had not been too long since he entered when someone else made an even grander entrance. A woman. Not just any woman though. One that caused the attention of every single man present in there. She was not a typical bar maid or wench that drunk men engaged in intoxicated flirtations with. She was something very different. And she stuck out in a place like this far too much for her own good. Was Vaughn concerned about that? Not at all. But his curiosity was raised and the dumbfounded reaction of the other men was just far too amusing for him to ignore.

Murmurs began to fill the room, the silence only having lasted a short time. That did not mean the men were still not distracted by her. Vaughn glanced around, noticing every man's eyes rested on her. A smirk crept onto his lips as he forced his gaze to rest on her as well, and leaned over ever so slightly to talk to the man next to him, on his left. "Such a creature of beauty, is she not." Vaughn commented. The man slurred some words of agreement. "I should go speak to her. Buy her a drink." Vaughn had no intention of doing that, but he said such words, predicting the reaction of the man. Men saw such things as a competition. And his reaction was dead on perfect. The drunken man glared at him and quickly got out of his seat, stumbling over to the alluring woman.

Vaughn watched him with amusement, and leaned towards the man at his other side, towards the right. "He seems to be the most brave one of us all. And it appears he will be rewarded by her for such courage." Vaughn had to suppress a chuckle at how utterly ridiculous his words sounded, but never the less, they served their purpose. One, men had pride and so to suggest that someone else was better than the other, only made the man angry and feel as if he had something to prove. Second, the thought of getting a reward, meant to sound as perverted as one could take it, from a woman such as herself was enough to make any man jealous. Third, he was drunk and so anything Vaughn said had the ability to be ten times worse.

The man angrily stormed out of his seat and moved towards the other one who was attempting to buy the woman a drink. Vaughn watched the two men begin to bicker over who in fact was going to be the one to treat the lady. The nomadic knight was not finished though. Seeing another man in the table ahead of him, Vaughn spoke to him now. "Did you not see her first?" He asked, making it sound like that man had seen her first and therefore, had rightful claims to her. The man did not need to be reminded twice. He too stood up, along with two of his friends as they made their way towards the woman who now had a small crowd of men around her, and a room of men just sitting and still staring.

Vaughn leaned back in his seat a bit, and watched with complete amusement as one of the men threw the first punch, undoubtedly, leading to what was commonly referred to as a bar fight.

At her first phrase, Vaughn just smirked. Really. That was just too much of an opening. "On the contrary, I would love to see your scars. Wherever they may be." That was meant to sound just as perverted as anyone could take it. He had already seen her in her state of undress, though only partially, so why not see whatever scars she had as well. Of course, with comments such as these, Vaughn had no expectations that people, particularly women, would be so willing to adhere to them. It was what amused him so much about saying them. It was not because he cared about her injuries either. It was just because she was an attractive women and what man would not want to take advantage of this. In unforced ways that is.

"If they are on a figure as exquisite as yours, then I am certain they are no less than spectacular." Again, a sleazy comment meant to make her uncomfortable, or well, considering how she seemed to be acting around him, it was possible that she would have the opposite reaction and continue to humor and tease him. Either way, Vaughn was satisfied.

The Old Religion. Vaughn had no opinion of it really. Banned or permitted, he had not issues either way. He was completely indifferent. The only way it would catch his attention was if he was a victim of sorcery, but even then, he did not fear it. It was just something that made one day less predictable than the last. "I would be careful of who you admit that to. For all you know, I am a spy for a king who has outlawed magic." He was not. Obviously. But he was just entertaining the idea. "In which case, I would have a great interest in such things." He did not though. Obviously. He could not care less in fact, but that was not how he made it sound of course as an amused expression remained firmly in place.

Was that really a question. He chuckled at it. "Now what would you be implying. That your strength somehow miraculously outweighs mine. Or that perhaps you have another weapon hidden in that, spectacular clothed body of yours." As he said this his eyes scanned her body, slowly starting from the top, making their way intricately downwards before they moved up to meet her eyes again. He also, just for the sheer fun of it, emphasized the word spectacular, using the same description she had. As for her last question, he ignored it completely.

Vaughn smiled. So she had noticed after all. And it only made sense since he had not exactly been trying to make a secret out of it. "Burn them. What a waste for I do believe I can get quite a bit of monetary gain from selling them to a lonely, drunk man who longs for nothing more than the company of a woman." Sadly, a pair of undergarments would give that man some sort of company. Vaughn was a man; he knew how they thought. "Or if you have a child, perhaps I will use it to boast to others about how I am the father." Now there was an entertaining thought. Who knew there would be so many things to do with a woman's piece of clothing apart from the most obvious and practical function.

He continued to smirk, amused by the ideas, and even more amused that she had such strong knowledge of the fact that he had violated her privacy. Did she know what else he took? Not from her bedroom necessarily, but from the rest of the caste? Oh well. He would deal with one stolen possession at a time.

This was a complete waste of time; time they did not have. Vaughn found himself chuckling at the king's words. "We are not going to kill you. What value would you be to us if you are dead?" That did not mean that they did not plan to give him hell for the next little while. He knew Alistair's reasons were a bit more revenge based, where as Vaughn's were more about the thrill and fun of it all. Never the less, it was going to happen.

He took advantage of the fact that Uther was keeping an eye on Alistair as both men had armed themselves, as if they were preparing for combat. Vaughn did not want it to go for that, not because he was concerned about the life of either one. But because all of their efforts and planning would go to waste if they were to get caught, and frankly, that would just be embarrassing to have their first unsuccessful kidnapping. Vaugh picked up a small rock and lightly hit it on Uther's head. It was not hard enough to cause serious injury but it was enough to either knock him unconscious, or make him very disoriented so that they could relocate themselves. Or at least, those were the effects Vaughn had been anticipating when hitting him on the head with it.

Tedious for her, still highly enjoyable for him. He looked at her, still not discouraged by her clear disinterest in the subject they were talking about. Even if she had asked him the question, he answered, and she did not reply. He could expect nothing more than that. After all, his goal was not to have a scintillating conversation with her. It was to annoy her and annoy Alistair in the process. Again, his subtle revenge.

"I remember the last time I was in here," he said grinning, wondering just how much Alistair had told her about that. "I found many interesting things in your room I must say. Things of great, value." And he was not just talking about the gold. Did she know what he had taken? Had the druid spoiled the enjoyment of Vaughn showing her with her having no previous knowledge of it? Still, to dangle the fact that he had stolen things from her room was a fun thing to boast about. And soon enough, he would get to what else he had taken from the castle. But her bedroom without a doubt had been the more entertaining chamber in the castle.

The thief's size was proving to be a great advantage. He could maneuver himself around carts and barrels apparently, as well as hopping fences and climbing walls. But Vaughn was a stubborn man and was not about to give up. It was not because the bracelets held some sort of great sentimental value. It was because he did not like the thought of accepting the fact that someone had taken them from him. Not without paying first. As if Vaughn could not get more angry at the boy, there he was, standing on the wall and the knight had caught up in just enough time to hear him, and see him. Flaunting, boasting, rubbing it in his face.

That was it. The game was on.

Vaughn sneered and as he had slowed his pace, he no longer had that adrenaline rush that could have allowed him to climb over the wall as quickly as the thief had. Still. He had to find a way because this was not the end. Vaughn would chase him to the ends of the earth if necessary. After all, he had no life. No purpose. If this became his purpose then so be it. Vaughn began to look around for something that would give him the necessary height and stability to be able to climb up on that wall. The barrel would not do. He needed some sort of stool. He ran into a near by house, ignoring the screams of the residents. He shoved a person who was in his way, seated on the stool, and grabbed it, knocking the person to the floor and angrily carrying the stool out side, near the wall. Damn! It was not high enough. This was where he would try to use the barrel. He placed it on top of the stool, and though it looked high imbalanced and unstable, he had no choice. He had to do it quickly.

He jumped up on it, and had he not grabbed onto the ledge of the wall as quickly as he had, he would have fallen for the barrel and stool went tumbling to the ground. Vaughn used all his strength to pull himself up, but it took longer than he liked. As he peeked over the ledge, he could see the brown boy running off. This enraged him and gave him the boost he needed; the incentive and motivation. He forced himself up, managed to throw himself over, and landing hard on his feet. It was painful but there would be a time to feel the effects of his injuries. Now was not that time. He ignored it and kept running, as fast as he possibly could. He was not about to yell out anything to the boy. He was saving his anger and rage for when he came face to face with him.

Vaughn could feel her hands continuing to move along his armor. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the small element of surprise as he did not know what she was doing. He would however be able to feel if she did anything abrupt and quick, such as reaching for a weapon. He was not that relaxed as to allow the possibility to slip from his mind. But for the time being, she did not seem to be doing anything too drastic. Just, helping him by unbuckling a few clips of his armor. This caused him to smile.

"I suppose you will be helping remove my armor after all," he said, holding back a chuckle but the amused tone was evident in his statement. After their extended conversation about having a male assist him, here they were. Him on her bed, her helping him remove the metal pieces. It was rather funny how things turned out; completely different than what was initially planned. It was why Vaughn had no long term plans. It was more fun this way, to live in the moment, and expect the unexpected.