“Maybe I should be a little more direct then… You, evil? The only thing wicked about you is your ass.” He laughed softly and continued the show for her, filling the air with swirling designs and dramatic shapes. “I can give you a ceiling to walk on if you ask nice enough. But if you do that your pajamas would fall over your head and give me a great view.” He looked into her eyes and smiled. “Well, my confession is I… damn it.” He looked away and frowned and the light show for Jasmine would turn into a display of his hammer pinning something to the ground. “I want this to be our home, Jasmine. I want you to be mine and I love you. That is my confession. Go to your clubs, live your life and indulge all of your needs. I know you would always come back to me and my arms when you were satisfied.”<br/><br/>Outside Rachel’s house there was quite a bit of racket while the women relaxed. When Rachel went out to investigate she would find Da’raki’s armor scattered across the yard, his bone drake shambling around missing its skull some distance away, and her Timelost son pinned under Ras’ hammer. “For the last time, yield! I’m here to arrange a meeting with Rachel and her sisters.” The heavily armored Tauren glared down at the Death Knight who brandished his Runeblade in defiance even though he couldn’t move.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>