Courtesans, dear. [Did he guess prostitutes? Because it's definitely prostitutes.] They're treated well there. And make the city quite rich with travelers in the meantime.

[He runs his thumb over her lip and she strokes the side of his face. Touching just for the sale of touching. She enjoys the soft back and forth between them in the interim. The quiet teasing that they didnt get to enjoy as much of in the bath.

Fingers tangle in his beard and give her own playful tug before she leans in to kiss him on the lips.]

But, were I there, I would keep you to myself. Selfish of me, I know.