He was practically drooling, as he suddenly hauled himself to his feet, plucking his blades from the floor and scooping them under the orc, helping her up with surprisingly gentle efforts. "No... Not, heeere..." Suddenly looking around the room, sneering at the spectators... "A whooore, or vermin... Like theeem... I would take, here, and now..." Then shifting his gaze back to her, while leasurely striding across the room, muscles flexing as he moved with his arms spread wide, his own form glistening with sweat... "Yooou... You are goddess... As I am god-like... Come, we court, away from... Themmm..." Using one of his lower arms to grab, and pluck her throwing dagger from his cloak, unpinning it from the wall and tossing it back to her, in a lazy, underhanded throw.<br/><br/>Yes, he was flaunting his toned, armored figure to the crowd, basking in their attention, admirations and wants... Even he could spot the looks of hunger painting their face, and men and women alike looked upon Morroja and himself. Some with shame, others more openly showing their lust for one, or both of the combatants. Stepping up to the bar, his cloak spread over his two upper arm claws, one of his smaller 'hands' rifling through the fabric, before withdrawing a bag of gold, taken from a would be challenger. He tossed it to the goblin barkeep, smirking in a way both murderous, and leud. "Rooom... Your best, rooooom... And drink... Lots, and lots... Bloodwine." He ordered, the rare, and often reviled beverage one he knew of only in passing, but was his personal favorite... Being illegal in most Alliance AND Horde lands, just made it that much more exotic...<br/><br/>He reveled in how the small, frail green creature accepted the bag, glad the execive amount would pay for not only the room and drink, but also the repairs. A key offered on shaky hands, for a powerful, clawed appendage to snatch up with equal parts speed, and force, causing the goblin to recoil in fear. One last, snarled hiss his 'thanks', before Zazz torned to accend the stairs. However, he stopped at the bottom, turning to the orc gladiator, and bowing with an impressive measure of courtesy and guile... "Afterrr you... my laaadyyy..." the key dangling from the tip of his smaller, only three foot long blade. Well damn, the beast had manners to boot.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>