Ignore her.

Thomas stared at the beautiful gypsy, as his throbbing member began to harden. Darkness slipped across his eyes for a moment, before he pushed it back. His father's darkness had been passed down to him. It was the discipline that his mother had taught him before she passed, that allowed him to keep it at bay. It was why he had chose a life of order, and balance. To keep his demons at bay. Now though, he was heading home to face those demons.

Thomas gently pushed her hand away and looked toward the curtained window. Kaia didn't seem upset, instead she seemed amused. Like she saw the struggle, the darkness, and was fascinated by it. She might have been the wrong person to accompany him. Still, she wasn't afraid of it, which would be useful in facing whatever hell his father had unleashed.

Thomas must have drifted off in his thoughts, but he came to as the stagecoach came to a halt. Glancing down, he saw that Kaia was laying her head in his lap. Her eyes fluttered, as she to awoke. Obviously she wasn't teasing him, or rather that wasn't her primary task. Instead she had simply decided to make use of his lap as a pillow.

Sitting up the busty woman yawned and glanced at him with soft smile. “What do we do with sleeping beauty?”

Thomas glanced at the petite blonde woman and considered for a moment. She needed to be taken to the tavern and given a place to sleep. He also wanted to try to track down the former mayor of this town.