If one was looking for objection to the whole thing in Jacks' eyes. One would have to wait an eternity as they found none. Everything that was happening was a dream come true, any mans dream come true. And while he had wanted to run after Curiosity when she had left, he couldn't. The odds were quickly stacking against him. In his lap, Jack had managed to find, in his eyes,<i>the</i>sexiest halfling he had ever laid his eyes on who in turn seemed to like him a great deal as well. Before him he had managed to find a sight that he had only heard stories of, that he had never been able to afford himself. A bard and a priest, enjoying and exploring each other. Someone could enter the room and kill them all, and Jack would die a happy man. Not a content man, as that would be a pretty messed up way to go, but a happy man. And to top everything off, it had been free.<br/><br/>When Lea reached back and pressed her hand against his abs she would find a marble statue. Or it would have been had it not been for the heat that came from the larger man. He had no need for agility or dexterity. He needed strength in combat and size to intimidate. Where she was small, he was big. And while he was far from monstrously big, the smaller halfling would still be but a shadow when placed against him. A trait that was true for other parts of him as well. He had wanted to go after Curiosity, genuinely. But here he found himself caressed by a woman in ways he had not been caressed before. It was torture, was what it was. Not that anyone would hear him complain, in fact, the only thing those around would hear was sighs and soft moans coming from a man who enjoyed every single second of the torture he had been subject to.<br/><br/>As he felt Lea's small hands dexterously dance against his thickness, an act that caused his otherwise hardened self to harden further, Jack in turn allowed one hand to travel down her hardened abs and only just barely finding their way inside of her leather pants. Though only just as that was when he had managed to catch himself enough to speak and even though his own words pained him, an unspeakable and describable pain, he still spoke them, they were a group and thus needed to act like one,<b>"We should... <i>mmh...</i> follow the Tiefli- <i>mmh...</i> ling."</b>Jack said, or tried to say. Each word was followed by a soft sigh and a slightly less soft moan. Despite her size, Lea knew what she was doing, that much was clear.<i>"Oh gods, Lea. That feels so good."</i>he breathed out in barely a whisper for only the smaller halfling and those with supernatural hearing to hear.<br/><br/>It wasn't that Jack was embarrassed or shy, but in his mind, the intimate moments between a man and a woman should be shard in private. Unless you had paid for it, in which case it was okay.