Adan did not react to the girls' little feud. His mind and senses were occupied doing something else; enjoying every last second of the current situation. He had never before in his eventful life experienced anything quite like it, being fondled by two girls at the same time that is. To him it was just a dream, one that could not be fulfilled. But here he was, with two ladies' hands in his pants. Though it was all soon to be interrupted. When Namarie closed in to his ear and whispered her lewd words, Adan regained his consciousness, so to speak. He turned his gaze towards the bulky draenei and realized how things were turning around. It angered him, although very lightly. The anger quickly grew into an adrenaline rush, streaming through his limbs as if his blood was set ablaze. All while Namarie's words kept lingering in his head, constantly reminding him of what to do.<br/><br/>In one swift move he stood up from his stool, pushing it onto the floor, as if he was just about to hurl a punch at someone. Instead, he turned towards his elven company and placed his hands firmly on her thighs. "Come here...!" Adan mumbled, as he forced her legs open, before lifting her up with his fingers digging down onto the soft skin of her legs. He rushed over to the nearest table, with the she-elf wrapped around him like a spider, and dropped her down onto it. The table was unfortunately, for the seated, already in use by a pair of gnomes having a drink, but Adan could not care less.<br/><br/>Looking at Namarie on her back with hungry eyes, he took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt, preparing himself to ravish what was this elven beauty.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>