Firefly Glen beauty and the beasts

She knew of Mereo? He looked at her with a new appreciation, giving his dark gaze a copper gleam. Glaukos wondered who her sister's kin was, but, the man had been on so many away-missions of late that he couldn't place names or faces; he had no idea if much had changed within Mereo, or who might be connected to Sialuk - and as a result, the witch. It gave him a chill to think she had eyes there, too.
Still, the man's pride was strong. He almost smiled at the confirmation that Mereo's strength was known this far west.
The spectacle of bodies and intentions might've been a good story, but the longer Glaukos lingered among them the less and less he thought Germanicus would want to hear about it. This event, whatever it was, sat far outside the realm of what the stone-faced general would consider important; perhaps garish was a better word for it.
I do not think he needs to know. He remarked after a lull in the conversation, having made up his mind. He watched Sialuk carefully, wondering what she might make of that. If Glaukos lingered, he could be in trouble - but only if it was known he cavorted in some ill-manner, according to Mereo custom. But if he did not speak of this to Germanicus at all, there was no reason he could not stay.