Foolish arched a heavy, raggedy brow slightly at the seductress, then to her mistress. He did not look to, but none the less rested a gloved hand on Maoria's shoulder, between the pauldron and her neck, where nothing but thin cloth and his leather gloves seperated their skin. "What you ask, warlock, is not so easily given... And the desperate, though bold manner, in which you ask... makes me think, perhaps, Silvermoon's backallies, may be more, to your liking?" Head tilting to the side like a curious cat, which when combined with the arching of a single brow, made the expression an easily mocking one.<br/><br/>Though, he suspected that it was either himself, or the warrior, whom her interest rested upon... unless it was a more, populated scene she desired. "Then again..." He suddenly spoke up once more, "It depends, upon one's definition, of 'excitement'... Does it not..?" Lifting his head to stare down a flat nose at her. "Dare to, enlighten us, as to this, definition..?" His voice, while mostly in that half bored, mostly annoyed tone, had a hint of curiosity to it, "As well, as compensation..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>