"Thanks, now I smell like a tank of promethium." Torin replied sarcastically, shaking himself off.<br/><br/>"And yes, for your information, I shower on a daily basis, and I wash my hands after every meal and all intense physical labour." He added, his words coming out surprisingly clearly, given his disposition.<br/><br/>Moving in closer, Torin eased his way in behind her, careful to not rub up against her rear. He doubted she'd be too impressed if he did. In stead, he reached around her body with one hand, and cupped one of her breasts with surprising gentleness.<br/><br/>"You can have as many stories as you want, miss, so long as you keep delivering." He finished, mildly aware of just how absurd their deal was, and not caring in the slightest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>