Cyrdic had decided to trust this woman, for no better reason than because she promised a way out of the compound. But that trust had led to his guard being let down, and with it his mental defenses. He openly stared at her as she entertained Ricardo, a lust stirring within him until he felt something annoying below his knees. It took another thump onto his shoe for him to feel the pain, and he winced. "Aahhh," he breathed, turning to look at Camilla. 

Oddly enough, his baser instincts were still bare, and he blatantly looked Camilla up and down as well, drinking in the sight of her chest before blinking, his clouded eyes suddenly seeing clearer to understand the reason she stomped on his foot. "What?" 

As Camilla explained, it dawned on him she was right. He felt more than foolish for having fallen for what he perceived to be an enchantment of some sort. Yes, there was no denying this woman was breathtakingly beautiful, but he admitted Camilla was as well, and he was in love with her. This wasn't infatuation or love that this woman was showing them, it was intoxication. 

As they sat down at her behest, Cyrdic kept his gaze on the floor, or at least did his best not to make eye contact with the woman. 

"Signorina Elspeth," Cyrdic heard Ricardo implore breathily. "I am under...incredible duress to recover the Scarab. If I do not..." His words were cut off by an amused chuckling. "Oh, Ricardo. Nothing you can say shall change my mind. However I am certain I can change yours." She purred. He let out an exasperated phrase in Tilean Cyrdic couldn't quite catch. It sounded even more longing than when he professed to be in awe of Camilla.

"Why would you pay us to keep us away from the Scarab?" Cyrdic asked her, and she turned to look at him, tilting her head. "Because, you and your friends seem useful. And I admit I am quite taken with your strong arms, if you seek to know my feelings of you." 

"I do not," Cyrdic said, his mental strength bent solely on keeping his eyes away from her, though it was hard with her haunting voice. 

"Oh, you wound me herr Cyrdic. But I am forgiving, and my offer still stands. As do many other pleasures I could provide," Her voice was husky. "But only if you deign to work for me. That does not sound so bad, does it?" 

"No," he found himself saying. 

[i]Give in. Your world will be filled with joy and release[/i]. He shook the thoughts away, and he gripped his sword hilt. With the strength in it, he found he could look up at her and keep himself to himself...somewhat. 
[@Penny]