No. He's pretending to sleep...

As she held his hand close to her chest, she could his hand attempting to graze it self against her breasts. The twitching of his supposedly **** body plus the elevated heavy breathing coming from him clued Allisa that he's likely awake.

Stopping her prayers, she let go of the man's hand. "Open your eyes, I know you're not really asleep" she spoke quietly to him. But he continued to pretend to be unresponsive.

Sighing, Allisa consider perhaps pinching him until he drops this charades, but if he's injured in a way that she observed, then that wouldn't be acceptable.

'Perhaps offer a helping hand to his downstairs problem could help' the mysterious voice suggested to her.

"Hmmm.." Allisa pondered what she consider to be a stray thought of hers "... What a shame if you were awake I would have..." With a tone of disgust "loved to help with your little junior" Allisa could barely withhold the tone of revolusion in her voice.

And like magic the man's eyes open, rapidly sitting up sit. A look of excitement on his face, at the prospect. "You..you... Would??" he stutter eagerly, his voice servile and disgusting. A shiver of disgust ran down Allisa's spine at the man's voice

Allisa couldn't help the look of disgust and disdain from showing on her face, of which the man noticed and immediately cowered at the sight of. Which only furthered her disgust and cause her to let out a big sigh before asking

"Who are you? And what are you doing here? Every other person in this tent is someone who had been gravely injured in the ****, but you don't look like you're injured at all" She asked, slightly aggressively.