<span style="color: purple">"He's not a babysitter, he's a bartender and I'd rather you not harass the one person in this city who keeps me sane." </span>If the dragon's massage was having any effect on the Elf it wasn't immediately noticeably, her muscles naturally tense and her attention clearly elsewhere as she washed off.<span style="color: purple"> "Spying on me could end up disastrous for your future plans with me. Are you sure you really want to know the kind of things that go through my mind or would you be happy just having me as I am. Then again, you'd have to kill me to get me to stop drinking so I guess you'd hear it all eventually?" </span>She glanced back at Ashia when her ass was squeezed with a smile.<span style="color: purple">"He'll be fine. Or he'll kick us out with daggers in our asses. You'd probably enjoy his cooking too, who better to cook for a dragon than a Troll who loves his food just as bloody?"</span><br/><br/>Valeen's sleep was interrupted by a sudden shift in her body weight. When she awoke she'd find herself in Nalo's bed with her armor on its rack beside the bed, but the other Draenei was nowhere to be seen.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>