The elf smirked a moment, downing the rest of his mead for a moment. As Marianne sat on the elf's lap, she'd almost instantly feel something hard and long poking her rump, rubbing against it. The elf smirked, setting his hands on her hips. If she wanted, she could grind on his lap for a little before the elf would speak out. "Hmm, I'm no worgen. But, I assure you both, that I can breed you both...tonight." He purred at them, tabbing Marianne on the side of her ass, motioning for her to get up. He stood up, "Come with me then?" As soon as they'd agree to follow him, he'd make his way up the stairs with both of them in toe. If they didn't follow just yet, he'd wait patiently for them, looking between the two of them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>