“I am very familiar with the smell of a female Naga, Vess. If you were, or had recently, masturbated I would not have walked in. Plus I know you’re far too busy- mmm… let’s not start fights, Ras.” He smiled at them and walked over to give Vess a pat on the head. “When- If we ever find a way to send you back to your timeline remind me to kick your Ras’ ass for naming you. Or not naming you.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">“You’ll have me to lean on, you’ll be fine. But if you’re that eager to bed me then I won’t object.”</span>He stuck his tongue out at her and nodded.<span style="color: #006666">“It’s all racism and hatred on her part. I’ve intentionally burnt a garlic clove and left it in her pasta but had Vincent take credit for the meal and she loved it. Ibara is doing good, she’s still not talking to me but her I see her try to smile when she sees me. I think we’re making good headway through her suicidal phase.” </span>He shrugged and smiled.<span style="color: #006666">“For you, maybe. Personally I can think of few better ways to spend my time with a beautiful woman. Wine her, dine her, then dine on her. Why would you dash my dreams like that? I’ve been… curious about the Draenei since I first saw them.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>