"Yeah, if you're looking for ways to injure yourself. I'm just giving you a hard time, my daughter's curious in your wares though I'm not entirely sure why..." He picked one blade and began to inspect it closer, going as far as to balance it blade first on his finger. "A good skinning knife and good for aspiring... shady folk." He shot his daughter a sideways glance then laughed quietly. "If I had access to weapons like this when I was younger I probably wouldn't have been stabbed so many times. Consider me impressed. Do you see anything you like, Relene? Not that I would ever buy one for a child, being a responsible father and all, but my collection could use another piece."<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"You're trying to make me yours, I want something that comes from the heart."</span>She let out a low moan as Ashia began to lick her and nodded.<span style="color: purple">"You'll have plenty of time to learn now. If you're as smart as I want to believe you are you'll be able to turn me on like a switch next time we get together. Then you won't have to waste your time doing this." </span>She took a took a firm, but careful grip on Ashia's left horn and let out another moan as she ground herself against the invading tongue. It wouldn't take much longer for a fresh gush of the Elf's to coat the dragon's bottom jaw signaling Vyre's readiness.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>