Nyaka watched Sarevess and grinned a bit.<span style="color: darkorange">"I can outrun you on land and worm out of your arms, but here I'm completely... totally, and wholly vulnerable to you. I'm slow and weak, I can't breathe under water without your help." </span>Her grin widened and it wouldn't take long for the scent of her arousal to permeate the water around her.<span style="color: darkorange"> "You know just what to say to get me going in the worst of ways, don't you? I think you spent too much time with Whisperia before she moved away."</span>She shook her head and blew Sarevess a kiss before swimming away.<span style="color: darkorange">"Me? Surrender? Oh no, you'd be devouring me for hours on end before you got me to break. If you were lucky." </span>With a challenging green she rolled onto her back and floated idly in the waves.<span style="color: darkorange"> "Hours."</span><br/><br/>Ras took the class with a nod and tapped Tyrande's glass before taking a sip. "You have better taste than I gave you credit for." The sentinel stopped for a moment then slowly came in but kept her distance from Ras. "You're not wrong, about much of anything, but we come from two very different lifestyles. I know you weren't brought up to lead your people, I know... a decent amount of your history but I won't claim to know you. I know Tyrande Whisperwind, I know the lowly priestess who lost her sisters in Sargeras' crypt. I know of the War of the Ancients, but the woman sitting before me, I know very little about her. I was raised to fear failure, to die before admitting I failed, it was beaten into me for a very long time. It's part of who I am, I'm working on it, I've stopped with the promises and I've starting saying 'I'll try' more often. I'll spare you the sob stories but you can't compare yourself to me, you shouldn't, we're nothing alike. So you're right, I do get away with things you only wish you could, but don't think for a second I don't know about my failures. You live your life, you send your people to die, you do what's best for your city and I commend you for it. You have no friends or family, you don't have to put on a happy face for everyone around you. You don't have to pretend like everything is okay, that you're in a good mood, and happy to be alive. We're both miserable but for different reasons." He took another sip and leaned back in his chair for a moment. "Wouldn't be crazy if we could switch lives for a day? You could live my life, see that it's not all pointless whining, and I could run your city into the ground. Then again maybe it'd be good for both of us. I'm not opposed to senseless murder and wouldn't mind sending a bunch of corrupt sentinels to raid a Naga stronghold and you can get a hug, a warm meal, and a decent bed."<span style="color: darkred">"If I may th-"</span>"You may not."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>