Taryn frowned. Not the response she was looking for. She wanted a man/ Beastkin, she giggled to herself as she processed this thought. Shaking her head she thought, she wanted Raschen to be dominant with her as he was an authority to warriors. He was always shy with her. Then she really frowned. He said one thing but, .... Then she knew.<br/><br/>A Hume and Beastkin were culturally taboo and he was a Sheriff. He wouldn't jeopardize his sheriffista for love. Looking away, Taryn rose a bit unsteadily on her feet and listed to the bed where she scraped back the red velvet coverlet. The bedding was damp because of the atmosphere in the cave, but not uncomfortably so. She was going to sleep before her drunken mouth could get her in further trouble. The last thing she wanted to do was offend him.