He glanced over at her and shook his head. "I usually work as a waiter or cook during the day. I get out the rooms as often as I can." He chuckled slightly and shrugged. "Nights I don't get to choose. If I work it up to my boss about what I do. And who I'm with." He was used to it by now. He hated it, all of it, but it kept food on the table so he supposed he couldn't complain too much.

The girl furrowed her brows at the boy, just wanting to pull him into a tight hug. They weren't there yet though, were they? She was more than happy to talk him up, but physical affection seemed to cause her more means to worry. She could be playful and annoying, poking him, ruffling his hair, or whatever, but displaying that she cared about him through anything but words... What it that scared him off? She didn't want to say or do anything too quick with him that would freak him out. By the sounds of things, Sage had been working in rooms since he was young, Anya couldn't imagine it being a particularly good experience for him... so even if she had put him in a hug, he might have felt trapped, or maybe like things were going too quick for his taste. They had known each other for nearly two months now, and although Anya thought she might want something more than his friendship, she was so worried that she was going to make him uncomfortable with her. She pursed her lips slightly, trying to find a leeway to move away from the subject of him in the rooms with some stranger, although, she had been the one to bring it up. "You cook then? You any good?" She asked with a slightly tilted head, putting on a light smile.

Sage shrugged. "People eat it so I can't be horrible," he chuckled. He made a face. "You'd probably have to ask Lizzie about how my cooking is, I usually didn't actually eat the food I make. Sometimes I'll hunt something and cook it but I never have the time to go track down a deer and cook it over a fire." He grinned and shrugged. "that's an all day thing usually so I just have no time." He looked over at Anya, trying to read her face. He wanted to know what she was thinking....she was an interesting person. And he wanted to know what people of her class thought. How they thought. Ok, she was obviously a bit of an oddball, since she was coming out here, but that was irrelevant.

Anya nodded slightly, giving a soft chuckle. "Right, so you can cook, but you've never actually tried any of it? So what you're saying is you could be one of the worst chefs about, but people are nice enough to put up with it. On the other hand, you could be the best and you'd never know about it." She shrugged, her smile growing slightly. "Maybe one day I'll have to come along early and have you make something for the two of us. Then we can find out for sure just how awful you are. Lizzie's too nice to say anything bad about you." She teased lightly, glancing over ar him for a moment with bright eyes. What was he looking at? She gave him a slight grin, rolling over so that she was on his side again. "What?" The girl scoffed.

Sage chuckled. "You haven't heard Liz go on a rant about something before," he laughed slightly teasingly. "If I was completely horrible she would go on and on for hours and I'd never live it down." He grinned back at her and then shook his head. "Nothing, I'm just thinking about how weird it seems that you put up with me." He gave her a goofy grin while he said it, and it was mostly a joke, though a part of him did want to hear an answer .... He was pretty much the epitome of her fear of gore. How many people had he killed, how many times had he gotten stabbed. Literally his entire life was something she was afraid of. And he had to admit, he was curious about what exactly she thought of it all. She liked him, sure, but friends put up with stuff too. Was she as fine with him as she seemed? He didn't know, and he didn't want to ask ... It might make things awkward again. And he enjoyed just being with her. He'd take their friendship over nothing, even if it did hurt to know they could never be anything more than friends. And they weren't even supposed to be that.

The girl tilted her head at him before raising a brow slightly. "That's a good question," she pouted for a moment, looking as though she wasn't quite sure why she was still with him herself. What was she meant to say? Oh, I thought just you were cute in the tavern and now I might have a tiny thing for you? Well, she supposed she could say that, but she wasn't trying to scare him off. Not yet, at least. He had probably brought her more issues than he was worth, but for whatever reason, being with him exited her... there wasn't one night she had come out and been bored. Maybe she put up with everything, the blood, the fighting... because it wasn't something she was meant to be seeing.. Being with Sage was thrilling, different. But it was something more than that. She could deal with all his hot headed ness and with how impulsive he was, mainly because there was so much more than that to him. He was street smart, brave and so incredibly talented at everything she could never be good at. She couldn't tell him that though, so instead came out with this. "You're pretty." She grinned at him, "I suppose that makes it easier to deal with things." What in the world was she doing? She had the chance to tell him how amazing he was... and there Anya was, telling him how he was 'pretty' he was. That wasn't what she wanted to say.

Sage chuckled and and gave her a teasing look. "Oh, well I thought you said I was ruggedly handsome. Now I'm pretty too," he teased her, judging her lightly with his shoulder. He shook his head with a giggle, wondering why she had said pretty. He appreciated the compliment, though he didn't think he had much going for him looks wise. How could he count as pretty with all of the scars he had? If he was being honest, Anya was pretty. Very pretty. But he couldn't exactly say that to her face, could he? Well you're the prettiest girl I've ever met and I'm probably attracted to you? That wouldn't fly. Whatever, he could joke about her comment.

Anya made a face before shrugging slightly. "Hm, no, you said you were ruggedly handsome. I just agreed. I remember you being adorable at one point too!" She looked thoughtful for a moment, "I suppose it does suit you more than 'pretty,' though. If I'm being completely honest, I'm not sure where that came from. I don't think that's even wanted to say." She looked him over, squinting her eyes ever so slightly before shaking her head. "However you want to put it, it definitely helps you out a little, you know, with how explosive you are and everything." The girl smirked teasingly. She wasn't lying though. She did think he was was attractive to a certain extent. Pretty, though, wasn't the way to put it.

Sage chuckled and shrugged. "Well I think you'd be considered pretty much more than me," he laughed. "I'm just average. Besides, I cover my entire face up with my hair so most of the world doesn't even know what I look like." He grinned over at her good naturedly. "You're the pretty one out of the two of us. Besides, I have a tendency to look like I'm crazy rather than good looking with the hot headedness." The last part was really just humor, though it was mostly true. It was hard to say he was attractive when he was stabbing someone.

The girl grinned and flicked her hair, "I know, I'm gorgeous," she joked. Though, a light blush passed over her cheeks. She was plenty used to being complimented and what nots, but it was different coming from Sage. Well, not exactly, but she just appreciated it more. She tilted her head at him for a moment before grinning. "The world might not know what you look like, but I do!" She snickered childishly, reaching out and running her fingers through his hair so that it was out of his face. She met his eyes for a moment before chuckling, "And I think that you're relatively good looking. Even after seeing you on your death bed." She teased, giving him another grin.