'Tyrande' giggled as he talked about his skills, a mischevious spark dancing in her bright silver eyes as she heard him wax poetic as if courting a true lady of noble blood, or perhaps, a respected warrior queen and high priestess. Her gaze drifted slowly from his face to the growing swell in his trousers, the smirk at the side of her lips growing as she knew obviously what he had in mind. Mostly. "Mmmmm..." She murmured, leaning forward like a cat uncoiling from a nap, her hands drawing over her thighs as she peered between his eyes and his pants. "So many words for an orc...hmmm... and here I thought your kind were people of action.. suppose I were to accept those advances of yours... what would you do?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>