The worgen laughed, shaking his head.<br/><br/>"Sorry tae disappoint, then. 've 'ad that passion an' talent well before I was bitten." He shrugged a broad shoulder, sit-leaning on the rock again. "Also, I take a minor offense, as I am nae pasty-skinned at all. Worked outside most o' my life and 'ave a very nice tan, thank yae very much." He chuckled. "An' yae prefer the beast, even though I'm rather beastly when out o' my fur? Well, tha's fine. Wasnae expecting a sin'dorei lady tae 'ave any sort o' high respect faer me, regardless. As faer tame..."<br/><br/>His arm snapped out, quicker than she could move, a delicate claw tip pressed to the soft underside flesh of her jaw. He didn't draw blood, but dimpled the skin enough to let her feel that he could, should he wish.<br/><br/>"Dinnae mistake restraint an' manners faer "tame", lass. I can tell when I'm bein' baited, an' th' outcome's never pretty after a point..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>