'That's what you're here for, no?'  Huni thinks about the question for a heartbeat, her brows pinching together, reaching up to play with the many gold earrings that dangle from her right ear.  She must, in the end of her musing, admit that it was not business that brought her here but pleasure and she laughs, a low husky chime of amusement as she lifts her tankard once more-- look, no spilling this time!  "You have pierced to the truth of things!  Yes, 'Mother', I am here for the pleasure of company and drink which both seemingly endless.  Coin makes everything flow freely here.  Goblin cities make for a wonderful place to stop, but I could not imagine living here."<br/><br/>She lifts her gaze fully, eyeing Aine not for the first time, though her large dark eyes were as aggressive as before there is a subtlety to the consideration now, a change in the reasons as to why.  The way she considers the other woman's muscular form is not with the eyes of a warrior, but as a woman admiring another, and she breaks her admiration only by taking a long pull from her ale.  Indulging, right?  The tankard is slapped down, and the orc shaman fills the ale she holds in her mouth threatening to spill between sealed lips.  She does not swallow.  Instead, she reaches out to grab Aine upon the shoulder and lean into her, kissing her hard and full on the mouth.  Not only does the ale spill forth, shared from orc to elf, but her tongue as well.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>