"Come on, we're goin for a stroll." He told her and within a beat he was out the window, scaling the walls quickly until he'd finally cleared the roof, standing shirtless beneath an overcast and quickly darkening sky. He let out a long breath, crossing his arms over his chest. "She could still be the representative for her clan at twenty. S'all I'm sayin." He complained. And that was a true and honest opinion of his. But there was something else that was bothering him as well. A deeper feeling apart with the fact that he was being sent children as wives and being forced to lie. Something he'd never liked or even attempted, even when he was a criminal.