George scoffed, putting on a show of not being particularly impressed. He wasn't exactly, from a warrior's perspective, his own people being of much hardier stock; the kid looked like he would blow over in a stiff breeze, or break over someone's knee without much effort. Not someone he'd particularly trust his life with on the battlefield, that's for sure, but that didn't mean he didn't have appeal in other ways. Sleek and fair and delicate of feature like a maiden in a fairy story, and while he hadn't come into the tent with the idea, he absently wondered now what he would be like bent over a table. Whether he'd ever been had before, what he'd sound like. What he would feel like under him, and despite the words that came out his cock stirred in response.

"Don't look like much. All skin and bones, like a girl who hasn't bled yet."