<span style="color: #5900b3">"I don't need that bitch to bow to me, just show me a shred of gratitude every once in a while. But it doesn't matter, she's nothing more than a roommate and I'm going to strictly forbid Ana from every touching Inaara in a sexual manner until the goat apologizes to me." </span>She huffed and used her claws to shred the various bits she gathered and dropped it all into a skillet to make a stir fry.<span style="color: #5900b3">"She's a great cook."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"You're not some great figure yet. I'm going to dedicate more than one song to the lessons you teach me in our time together. And I figure if I just sing the songs in one of the langues from Azeroth the Seraphim will never know that I'm singing a song about you teaching me how to do laundry."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>