“Proper”? A look of mild confusion spread on the Orc’s face. Not that he was incapable of understanding, he was struggling to grasp how a race of individuals who spent so much time on ornate clothing, make-up, jewelry and other items that brought attention the physical form. Would somehow find it improper to worship a woman’s form when her clothing was shed? It was a look of bemusement with a little humor on the back-end. She wasn’t the butt of his amusement, however she was close to it. He didn’t get a clean look at the supple cheeks that topped her toned thighs. In truth his gaze had drifted up from her calves. By the time his vision would have drank in the vision of Liirah’s ass, it had started to disappear beneath the surface of the water. She was toned though, he’d picked up that even with the limited view he’d had before she slipped into the cool lake being fed clean water from the falls.<br/><br/><br/>Despite most cultures thinking the Orcs had a limited range of facial expressions, such as rage and stoic. He demonstrated otherwise as confusion changed to amusement when he considered her other comment. “Ravaging? Shouldn’t people be exhausted after sex? This is how I see it.” He didn’t dispute whether rumors were true or not or that there was some sort of racial divide at play. Just the base-fact, that if sex was going to be satisfying. Why shouldn’t you be a sweating and huffing when it was said and done? As he started to unfasten the leather lace that held his cut-off trousers in place. He tossed a shrug her way, whether she was looking or not. “Human women are smaller. How can they take a larger man, or men? At least the way you’re supposed to, with passion, with fire.. yes?” Hinting at what she may have already known, after all, there was reasons beside their aggression that others saw them as primitive. Most human-cultures believed in exclusive monogamy.<br/><br/>“Gods did not gift us bodies that are capable of war, only to treat each other so gentle in the bed. Unless you are with your mate.” By the time he finished this sentence he was already nude, standing on the shoreline with his flaccid flesh dangling obscenely between his muscled thighs. Even with Liirahs’ limited experience she’d able to identify he was larger than her previous human partner. He didn’t stand there on the shore for her to oogle. Quite the contrary, he wanted to get a little cleaned up just as she did. So he waded into the water, but he didn’t pursue directly behind her. “This is why you’d break, Liirah. Too tired to talk to chief after.” He gave a hearty laugh after that. The water was up to muscular torso now, as he lifted his legs to let his body float in the water the cool surface rushed up to his shoulders to where only his head was visible. Long black hair wetting in the process.<br/><br/><br/>“I am Aloric.” He stated, saving the length of his title. Well, truth was he wasn’t sure if he should tell her his parentage as she wasn’t blessed by the chief to be here yet. Yes, as the chief had instructed no human intruder was to be harmed. So he felt comfortable that he had not violated clan law by bringing her back, it’s just that knowing the blood-lineage of an Orc was considered a formal introduction. Something he genuinely didn’t consider fit their current standing. As he finished his introduction. The younger of the Orc men that’d helped capture her had finally hit the shores. As expected, a look of suspicion was worn on the man’s face. “Bathing with her, sir?” The younger Orc asked bluntly. Turning his focus towards Liirah briefly. He was still speaking exclusively in Orcish, so what she understood of his words he knew not. “She’s attractive for a human, are you thinking with mind or body?” An expression of curiosity captured the young Orc’s face. He wasn’t questioning Aloric’s allegiance to the clan’s customers, more that he was interested in a spoil of war so to speak. He’d never seen it himself but he’d heard the stories of the older Orc’s enjoying the company of a human woman.<br/><br/><br/>The younger Orc had returned with the traditional garments as expected. The dress was folded in his arms neatly, it was relatively small compared to the jerkin, trousers and light armor shared by the two in the water. After all, it was entirely made of cloth and so it’s form-factor was petite in comparison.