The troll would not mind the demoness, not that he knew she was a demon as the term was still a bit odd. He had been talking to a human back in booty bay where he came from. They talked about demons were the conclusion was that they were a race of evil. To him the race is still unknown and he has yet to place a picture/image of them to the name. Evil things are common to troll. The Evil Loa, the good Loa, the weak Loa and all that. So he couldn't see anything odd about it really.<br/><br/>The troll did how ever give a glance to the succubus rear as most women were sex objects to him that didn't have pointy ears and belonged to the elven races. He smirked softly to himself as he felt a slight hardening in his pants probably because of the succubus abilities that he wasn't aware off. None the less, an erection steadily grew within his pants and bulged at the front of his trousers to highlight his arousal and perhaps open ear for suggestions how to solve it.<br/><br/>The troll leaned back, chair scooted back a bit to make sure his lap was visible. Not shy about the fact that the tavern people might see it. Let us simply say his confidence was boosting even if he didn't get too cocky with people. He was trying to always think a step ahead. Unnecessary fights will only get him further away from his goal for example. Well, killing another troll is never unnecessary.<br/><br/>The first mug of ale was steadily sipped away till it was empty. Placing it down as he felt how the ale was getting his belly shaking and throat warm. Tongue burning from the sensation as he relaxed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>