"I'll get along with someone that demands respect but refuses to give it without getting in a fist fight. I'm not entirely sure it's possible to hurt her, at least physically, I've uh... borrowed a few of her scales and the way they work is something else, completely different than Ophidian's and Sarevess'." He shook his head a bit as he let her move his hand. "I don't think it's shock, I've come to expect the worst and won't be getting excited until you've given birth. I'm happy you're giving me a child, happy to have you as well, but I'm not excited yet. I'm no more a Troll than Elune is a Night Elf, I don't have the instincts of a Troll, the accent, the desire to breed any woman I can get my hands... for me to be having these thoughts, for my Trollish side to be showing after all these years, I don't think that's a good thing. But maybe it is, I dunno, I'll have to think about it some more, maybe start making a list of all the women that I'm considering. Having it written down should help me see just how ridiculous the idea is. I wonder if this is how a Dwarf feels when he's sober..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>