Thrak was please by Leas reaction to him. Feeling her entire being against him was soft, warm. He can make out her plump, cute little breasts pressing against his back. Her hand's greedily exploring him, as her body grinds against him with every step he took. Her hip's rocking against him, as he can slowly feel her humping his back. It was rather pleasing. The feeling of her tight leather against his flesh, as she greedily rubbed against him. His hands grip more firmly against her rear. His short claws digging into the leather just enough to give tender pleasure. But not enough to fully tare at her pants. It simply emphasized his pleasure, in holding such a small, plump and ripe bum. As Ariv asked him a question Thrak tried to answer. "Thrak been here for... Uh... Thrak do-" As he spoke, hell's kick against his side, his companion displeased with her mounts lack of movement. Thrak smiled "Thrak no care." He said as he moved on, his head tilting to lick against the soft skin of her arm, as her hands caress his muscles. "Thrak no perceive time well." As the Halfling would feel his muscles, she would discover just how his skin felt. It was alien compared to a humans. It was rough, like smooth leather. It was warm, with the hint of soft maluability that is flesh. His skin a velvet, with a feeling as intriguing as the it looks. Now if only she can have a taste of it's texture? Se if he is as juicy as his bright, slick, rough skin may portray.<br/><br/>As they made it to Thraks little den. Thrak wasted no time pulling his companion off from his back, and into his arms. His hand's grip against her bum more furiously, before he set's her on one of the chairs around the bar. Where Desira was already quick at work for making them drinks. Thrak turned to Desira, grabbing his drink with a small grin. "This no buzz Thrak..." He said with a small laugh. As it was a small shot glass. "Buuut. Thrak take anyway." He raised the glass, waiting for everyone els's toast before speaking his own. "To new friends." He said glugging down the drink. He gave Desira a small wink, as he set his glass down. Nudging it towards her. "Thrak handle his buzzing drink." He said. More then likely meaning, he can handle his alcohol.<br/><br/>Looking around, he knew his place was not well kept by him or any of the other guards, whom he assumes are already long dead out of stupidity. Well, Thrak was dumb but he was not completely unwise. Which is probably how he didn't die already. None the less, he was certain they can tolerate the dusty conditions for some well needed reprieve. "Thrak say we rest. Give friends time to had der treats." Looking to Cora, he reiterated his own tease from before. "Thrak know preist wants her treat." But as Thrak boldly flirted with everyone, he had not forgotten his little friend. His hand gleefully resting on her thigh this whole time. Thrak was true to his peoples nature, a sexual deviant. A real pig. Maybe if he was lucky, his own deviouncy can get him and Ariv laid. He knew he needed it, he has not had it for some time.... As for Ariv, he looked like he was not to experienced in pleasures, and seeing as Thrak loved himself an orgy. He had hoped the sorcerer was no boy, but a man eager to learn from these fine women.