The tribal woman approached Damien carefully. She didn't immediately assume that he was captured because he'd been caught in her trap.
Her arms and legs moved in tandem like those of a beast rather than those of a civilized human, which allowed her to maneuver the jungle with much more proficiency than she otherwise would be able to.
It was an obvious adaptation made by the human body for survival, but Damien appreciated it well.
He had reached a point in his life where beauty didn't mean anything to him.
Damien had four wives. When he looked at women other than them, let alone attraction, he hardly even recognized them as women.
His eyes were too indifferent.
Therefore, despite the foreign beauty of this woman, Damien didn't have any such thoughts.
He was focused on her body, though.
