"I told you to stay by the fire with the others." He hisses, not even looking back. He knows it's you and he knows why you came after him.

He's crouching by the river, washing his hands in the water. Then he splashes some onto his face, trying to scrub off the sweat and dirt from traveling. "Go back, we won't do anything. You know it's too dangerous out here." He still avoids looking at you, aware of the power of your pretty face. He knows how hard it is to say no to you.