Ashia sighed softly and looked at Miriam.<span style="color: #404040"> "i asked you not to bring up having more children... i still want to, but i really don't want to think about sex or mating or pregnancy right now. my mind was horribly violated, my body stolen from me and made to kill myself by having sex, thinking about any of that makes me sick to my stomach, not comforted or enticed."</span><br/><br/>Frank frowned and looked back at Emily before shaking his head.<span style="color: #4dffa6"> "three? that's kinda horrifying... i saw what one looked like in Vyre, its no wonder one cracked in a Human, what was anyone thinking with that? no, wait, The'kal, ignore my question."</span>he shook his head and went back to cooking while Inaara slowly smirked and hid it behind her coffee cup. Frank on the other hand slowly looked back at Emily and smiled a little.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"i would say we just met. i do not know how Dragons do it, courting i mean, but i at least have to put on some nice clothing and take you out to a nice dinner before i have even earned the right to hold your hand... "</span>he shot Inaara a glare while the Draenei restrained her giggling.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"you couldn't at least tell me to dress decently?"</span><span style="color: #a64dff">"whatever do you mean?"</span>his glare intensified but the Priestess was shameless grinning now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>