<span style="color: #9999ff">"I could but I don't what you want. Do you want me to be naughty and misbehaving or submissive and accepting? If you made your desires clear it would be better for both of us."</span><br/><br/>As Jasmine spoke she would see Ras' expression grow colder.<span style="color: #336600">"Silvermoon Temple existed in my time, these priests all existed, their training, everything was there."</span>He leaned down to look her in the eyes.<span style="color: #336600"> "Watch your best friend, someone who had saved your life multiple times, stomp the life out of your daughter who could only scream for help and then tell me that I'm just being stubborn because I don't want to reopen those wounds. Get dragged into another timeline knowing you'll never know why everyone you ever loved or considered a friend is dead. Then judge me."</span>He stood up and adjusted his shirt before walking around her and heading for the Temple doors.<span style="color: #336600"> "I'll be back to bring Ibara down for her party."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>