This sounded about right as W’ineton instantly got raged about something he said.  It was the way he said things that seemed to get people pissed like this at him.  As she raged he just let his head rest on his hand while he listened to the whole rant go on.<span style="color: Green">“This is why I prefer my blades to people.”</span>He muttered before actually completely downing the rest of his glass.  He would need the alcohol to deal with this.<br/><br/><span style="color: Green">“I know that is what it sounds like I meant, but that isn’t it.  You are right, The fey only increases desire, I know this all too well after having to suffer them too many times.  Yes, The desire to fuck you was there,  but if the fey hadn’t been there, I would have never acted on that desire.  There is no man alive who wouldn’t want to fuck your brains out, but far few with the ability.”</span>He growled, though by the sounds of what she ended her rant with… was she even talking about him anymore?    He was certain Hell had a special place for him, so it was unlikely she was talking about him.<br/><br/>At Esserea’s words, Darion just rolled his eyes a bit.<span style="color: Green">“I’m not entirely sure the end of her rant was even about me.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>