After a brief interlude...

Following some cuddling and then some sponging off. James and Catherine got down to that discussion. Catherine was posed on a chair, brushing her hair, as James oiled his gun. The quiet was awkward if it weren't for the post-cloitus buzz over everything. James cleared his throat.
"So... Catherine, how long have you been on the hunt?" James asked, his voice feeling awkward and foreign in his mouth.

"I've been hunting for at least two years now, but I killed my first beast at fourteen." Catherine said matter-of-factly. Still brushing her hair. "Sorry for hiding it from you, father told me I shouldn't talk about it." She found a knot in her hair, pulling at it. "And... you should join the hunts with me."

James took this all in. It was generally thought of that hunting was a working man's job. Not that it wasn't for women, some of the deadliest were hunters, but instead such women made poor wives and mothers. But James didn't dare think of Catherine in such context, there was so much unknown and hopeful wrapped in his desire and affection for her. If anything, it made him admire her more. He knew she was strong and skilled, but seeing in her in action put her skills into a whole other caliber. She was hunter. And she was inviting him to join them. His mind boggled.

"Yes"