Mr. Nobles made an act out of scooting closer to better listen. The magnificent barn owl looked absurd, dancing across the bar like so.<br/>Amos blinked, frozen on his spot when Risa patted him on the cheek – in between rampart feelings of heat exploding in his gut (She was touching him, good lord!), a deep-down spark of defiance was born. Before he could convince his mind to shut up, it already send signals for him to say:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: RoyalBlue">Well, o-obviously, s-since Master Nobles likes to throw me into ce-ce-crazy situations. I’m s-surprised I’m still alive..</span>”<br/><br/>The gopher face froze – then the young man cleared his throat a bit, while his owlish mentor eyed him with a bemused expression. There wasn’t but a hint of apology there.<br/><br/>Amos found himself uncannily curious, and before chastising his mind for getting too nosy, his mouth already spilled the words:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: RoyalBlue">W-wh-what s-sort of job?</span>”<br/><br/>His curiosity was partly because she looked drop-dead gorgeous and partly because the hint of blood suggested a mercenary of the most murderous kinds. Self-satisfaction and self-preservation clashed in an epic battle in his brain. Quite confusing, truly.<br/><br/>His owl chimed in, saying through an arrogant chucke:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Gray"><b>Ah yes, please, indulge us! Maybe you are the woman to teach the young man a thing or two about the realities of the world, hmm?</b></span>”<br/><br/>Then mr. Nobles noticed the succubus. Eyes widened slightly – and his mind began constructing strategic opportunities with a warlock present. Pitch black owl eyes peered at the connection between the warlock, her “pet” and the worgenette.<br/><br/>Across the bar, Baqir the fulsome tauren shared the budding interest in how the new scenario would present itself. He had been a second away from getting up with the intention to coyly hassle the worgen out of a simple curiosity: to suddenly sprout sharp teeth and fur against ones will had to be an interesting situation for a pink skin, he mused.<br/>Sharpened bull ears gyrated towards the conversation, but alas: Only pieces and hints caught his attention, and it made little sense.<br/><br/>For now, the huge, capacious bull-man had a harsh need to enjoy his peacebloom tea, but both eyes kept a steady glance on the three women.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>