Ashia chuckled and shook her head.<span style="color: #404040">"neither of us are mortal so calling you one is just plain inaccurate. I'm not cold blooded, in fact I'm warm enough to keep you and Anna toasty in our bed despite living in a cave up a mountain on Northrend. you have soft, wonderful skin while i am covered in smooth, armored scales. if soft skin is unacceptable then what do you suggest? hornless one?" </span><br/><br/>Ibara shook her head as she packed some paper into the kindling.<span style="color: #b35900">"for the third time it's your life, be who and what you want. any major change will make you stop smelling like the man who helped destroy my life and as an added bonus you won't be mistaken for that malevolent prick."</span>Sylavandra smirked vindictively and she looked over at him.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"try it and i might carve myself a steak... only one man touches me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>