Jezin glanced back across the room, seeing Sophia leaving with Sir Walden. Again, his mind screamed for him to follow her, but the warning went unheeded. Sir Walden would escort her back to her quarters, and all would be fine. He had a hard time making himself believe the idea, but a mixture of alcohol and lust had brought down better men than himself. He turned back to Payton. "It seems so." He put on a smirk, but it seemed less genuine as his sense of honor and duty rebelled quietly within him. Against his better judgement, he poured another half glass of wine. Sipping on the drink, he leaned forward. "Hmm, maybe I will, my lady." The bodyguard's eyes glimmered slightly in the torch light as he brushed his hair from his face.