Cyrine sighed uncomfortably.  She debates giving in for a second.  After all..he did make with the info. The glorious..glorious info.  And well..maybe it wouldn't be so bad? Gotta try everything once. How could she call her self a student of the human experience when she'd never been drunkenly plowed stupid by a burly half metal fellow?<br/><br/>"Right ..so..." She looks around, "If you're going to sit there fucking pouting all night because  of this..remember you offered your services." she tries to convince herself as much as him.<br/><br/>She'd had plenty of chances over the years to give the old horizontal tango a whirl with the opposite gender, and it wasn't that Torin was...particularly her..type.<br/>Actually he was the stark opposite of what her 'type' would be, however , he did admit to being rather sexually adventurous -so that was fine by her.<br/>She eyes Torin up. Lean and fit. Not a damn thing soft and curvaceous about him, not a swell of breast, nothing.  He smelled like dude, liquor and now her own essence. Infact it was close to the most unappealing situation she'd ever encountered..but she couldn't just turn him away.  There was something nagging at her.<br/>The fact that Ana had this man `wrapped around her little finger, caused Cyrine to believe she needed the obtain the  same. However, that assumes of course the captain...enjoyed sex with men before Torin came along.<br/>Cyrine stands, her knees slightly wobbling as she straightens her self up right.  She then bends at the hips and rummages through her pants pockets. She withdraws her tin of Lho sticks, popping one between her lips and lighting it before handing both to Torin.<br/><br/>She inhales deeply,a long thick drag of acrid smoke. Holding it within her lungs she speaks the five words she was<b><i>BOUND </i></b>to regret in the morning.   "What other stories you got?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>