Adan released a faint exhaling moan, as he felt his member being increasingly fondled by the lovely pair of hands. At this point, it had become as hard as rock, his bulbous cockhead pressing against the fabric of his trousers. "I suppose we've reached a diplomatic solution then, wouldn't you say?" He smiled at the two back and forth, it seemed like things were going his way after all. Sure, there was still a scent of tension in the air, but overall the ladies seemed to be able to cooperate with one and other. Then, all of the sudden, he felt the leather-dressed woman's touch against his chin. Without any hesitation, he moved his head accordingly to her hands movement and her approach for a kiss. Pressing his lips against hers, Adan recognized the flavor of alcohol, but it was not it that made him separate his lips in order to slide his hot tongue inside of her mouth, but rather the amount of excitement that the ladies had awakened inside of him.<br/><br/>Eventually, after a matter of seconds, he hesitantly pulled back from the lascivious exchange of saliva. He had not forgot about Namarie. "Well. Um. A room should be in order, hm?" He looked over at the she-elf, before turning towards the bartender. "A room, please. The one with the largest bed." He pulled out a handful of gold coins from his pocket and placed them on the counter in exchange for a room key. "So, are we ready?".<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>