<span style="color: #ff0000">"I can squeeze you and snuggle with you without having to be concerned about squeeze too hard. When you ride me I can feel and enjoy your weight. We can be as rough or passionate as we want and I don't have to be worried about hurting you. I feel my strength is perfect now, I can still sweep you off your feet and carry you to bed, or into a hot shower, and I can still support you against a wall. But now I can do it safely."</span><br/><br/>"Hey, I said you could create the things for me to cook with. I'm not about to drag my ass down to a Troll village for fish when you could probably just create the same thing. Amere needs to find a way to distract herself, her drinking is a problem." He flipped through the pages of his book for a while and was soon chopping various herbs and spices. "From your haughty accent I expected more from your cuisine."<span style="color: #00b300"> "Hey, we've lived behind a giant wall for... a long time!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>