Wric sits up, and begins to rock furry legs back, and forth as he rests on his hindquarters. Mattress shaking lightly with every bounce as he is restless at the idea of being couped in this room. He would need to find out if the campus has a weight room, or something of the sort - if the muscular goat was going to keep his figure he'd need to do something! There was no way to get cardio out here. The scenery was okay, but it was nothing compared to the lush green forests of his homeland where they could get shknockered on wine, and pass out after a long orgy, or run! He physically propels off the bed, and lands standing on his two feet in a heroic, and over dramatic manner. "I will go with you anywhere, young Lim.. my heiress.."<br/><br/>His tone is mocking, and doing a big play up on the 'older male, younger hero' dynamic. He then sets arms at his side. "Nah.. but fer'real.. Lead the way shorty.. Maybe we'll stumble upon something interesting."