"That?" she asked, smirking, "that is what you call poetry?"<br/>She shook her head slightly, wriggling her shoulders and shaking off the shivers he had given her with his casual touch.<br/>"That must be the human inside you. I know it might be hard to see things as truly beautiful and amazing and fabulous?"<br/>A sweet smile spread her thin red lips as she looked up at the somewhat hunched creature. Lilith didn't care if her words might sting. What Blood Elf cared for sensitivity when dealing with the lesser races? Or in this case, lesser beings? The man had admitted after all that he was part or half Worgen, be it from rape or cursing.<br/>"So, what is it you truly do seek? If not ravaging and relishing in the screams and cries of women beneath, above or around you? What else could you possibly be looking for?"<br/>Lilith raised an eyebrow, still smiling, putting her small hands behind her at the lowest part of her back. Her expression was one of simulated innocence, though her interest itself was genuine. This creature was taking her away from what had turned into an endless preoccupation with questions melancholy and grim. She found herself welcoming it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>