Stroking Anna's hair would be like stroking a sheet of metal but after a few minutes it softened and became as soft as running his hand through sand.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"I think you're too old and just looking to touch a young woman..."</span><br/><br/>Vyre kissed Ashia hard and returned the squeeze.<span style="color: #8000ff">"You better be right or I'm waddling my stretched out ass over and kicking your scaled ass until it could be confused for a blue dragon's."</span><br/><br/>"Well you might want to look into that soon, maybe you'll find a drinking partner who is curious about the cuisine on Azeroth and their brewing habits. Perhaps that moron, Explorer, will come back now that you've effectively killed Chaos. I could weave a nice little rumor and some myths in various cultures so he'd be free to explore the world on foot and be regarded as a creature of legend... or whatever, it's not like the mortals here could kill him even if they wanted to hunt him. Well do what you will with those justicars, your Orc and Troll will be the next to shirk their duty. Your Goblin is your most loyal despite despising you, he'd stab you in the throat instead of the back and I understand that's to be seen as a sign of respect."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>