It was hard to see across the fire but as he chewed the mushrooms, Kogan's pupils became dilated, opening wider until his yellow irises were little more than a thin ring around each black well. They were the last of his mushrooms, a habit he'd picked up recently. They made things... less painful and calmed the shame in him.<br/><br/>From her words, it became obvious that she had little experience with the world beyond her volcanic homeland. It was likely that that cloak of hers was all that had kept her alive against the cold of the mountain until now and he felt a bit of sympathy for her. She reminded him of himself as a young warrior when he'd first taken his place among the warband of his tribe. Granted, it had been many years ago but he had already been around the height he was now. Still, it had been a time of uncertainty and new experiences. The smoothness of the mushroom's influence allowed him to slip backward into those memories quite easily. He was back on his first battlefield, feeling the swell of excitement as the order to charge was given. It had been a glorious day. He had proven himself to Madanak and his superiors and when the battle was won, the battle matron had taken him into her tent and performed the right of manhood. He could still see her form atop him, her muscles slick with the blood of their enemies as she ground her hips, lips parted in pleasure as he shuddered beneath her.<br/><br/>Now Kogan's eyes took their chance to rove her form across the fire as she removed her cloak, the sheer leather accentuating her athletic femininity. "I could warm you further..." he said, his voice low and full of hidden meaning as he met her eyes, his intentions clear. The lion skin pants were tight, images of himself taking the elf superimposed over those of his warband's battle matron now.