He thought about it when she began to speak, almost thinking about just saying screw it and leaving. But when she sat on his lap, feeling the warmth of her rear on his leather covered crotch made him think again.<span style="color: Brown"><b> "Bartender, Give this lady a glass of..." </b></span>He stopped for a second, thinking.<span style="color: Brown"><b> "Give 'er a glass of your best elven wine, and some fruity flavor to it if you could." </b></span>He said, knowing nothing about wine, only beer and ale. As he ordered, he rested one of his fuzzy hands on her thigh as she waited.<span style="color: Brown"><b> "I know little of wine, but Im guessing thats what you prefer. So, I hope I made the right decision?" </b></span>he whispered, smiling as he rubbed his hand on her leg. Hoping this would help her make a decision.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>