Upon hearing that Ranis knew of Shadow, he leaned in closer to her and did an extremely loud shushing sound.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8080ff">â??Shhhâ?¦heâ??s not watching over me, heâ??s my stalker.â?</span>the necromancer joked, completely foregoing the chance to affirm or deny that he was a necromancer. She could believe he was, or perhaps, sheâ??d conclude later that he was someone in training. Naolin almost hated his heritage, and so, he rarely delved into it, nor did he speak about it to anyone.<br/><br/>Before he was able to respond further though, a pair of strong arms wrapped around him in a firm and strong bear-hug. Normally, any sane or even drunken man would have attempted a slight struggle, but instead, he just allowed it. However, instead of pushing away once he was released, the blonde instantly turned around and face-planted himself into two mounts of flesh.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8080ff">â??Why, hello there~â?</span>Naolin cheered against flesh, nuzzling the large breasts and pressing his nose between the natural cleavage. Her skin was soft and smooth, and he could just lick the top of her breasts all over, if he wasnâ??t already drooling down her breasts and probably ruining her shirt. In the corner, Shadow twitched, as if he wanted to spring forward and take out what looked like a threat that just ambushed the necromancer. But instead, he remained there as it looked like Naolin had no trouble being friendly with the brunette woman.