The leather and cloth between his thighs tented a bit at the touch of her palm, and Sokar let out a quick laugh. "I tink if you want m'gold you'll have to pay a bit up front." The dark skinned troll leaned back a bit on his stool as he called over to the dwarf bartender, "Hey mon, I'll take some of that rum to start and we'll see where I end up, ya?"<br/><br/>He turned his yellow-orange eyes back to Phos, "Well, girly?" he slapped a palm to one of his exposed, muscular thighs. "Come sit on Sokar's lap and we'll see about those drinks, and all that fun ya spoke of... I expect a lot from m'friends, girly."<br/><br/>Without waiting to see if she'd suggest something else, he put his hand on a few errant strands of her hair to half invite, half pull her over to him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>