"You're very fine, but I'm more concerned about your mental stability and your sudden interest in being my priestess." He closed his eyes and let out another soft sigh as she began working. "I'm not covering the repairs on that chair. I'm doubting Sharindia's... viability as a mate. I'll keep my concerns to myself for the time being, but you, Shauna, and our harpy are the only women I'm seeing in my distant future." For every knot Jenjayah worked out two more seemed to pop up around it, until she realized that most of his muscles had been long since shredded through neglect and began to scar over. "It's good to hear she's doing well, hopefully she doesn't pick up your misplaced hatred of Elves. Speaking of which, how are you handling living in Darnassus with a Night Elf?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>