Varres’s response was to whistle sharply, an answering chirp drifting over to him as his hawkstrider trotted over obediently. Vaulting into the saddle the blood elf took up the reins and looked imperiously down at the naked orcess. “ Yes, privacy. Rather pointless now, I’ve seen more of your body than you have. Perhaps the crocolisk wasn’t trying to eat you after all, it just spotted something green and toothy and decided you’d make a fine mate. See you at the Halls, you ungrateful wench! “<br/><br/>With a cluck of his tongue and a flick of the reins Varres set off at a quick trot, his mount’s long legs splashing through the relatively shallow water as he crossed the ford, keeping his eyes rigidly forward even though his libido urged him for one last glance back, likely catching her scrambling to slither back into her tight leather pants.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>