<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla grinned.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Oh he is. Magic, combat… Adrenaline…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">  she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, realizing her glass had been refilled. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“He’s good. Great in fact. Starting to actually be less… prudish.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she didn’t elaborate on that one.</span><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;I give up, you’re going to tell him anyways. You’ve never been able to keep a damned thing from Drakus…except us.&gt;</span></i>