"La-na. It's a very pretty name," he mused, tapping the center of his chest with his free hand. "I'm Hahnvok." He set his flagon to rest on the bar and smiled back her way, much more at ease. It was true enough that he didn't often start his usual encounters with women, but it became much easier to relax when the 'prey' was so forthcoming. The grog had pleasantly earthed itself in his stomach, and the slow warmth it exuded was winding its way up and down his spine; even if he got nothing else out of the visit to the Bobbing Head, he could take away a good drink! "I didn't think you'd need the 'help'--but I don't know what you mean by it, anyhow. I just thought you might want a drink." Feeling much bolder indeed, his tail swished energetically behind him while he considered his next play to make. For the moment, at least, he followed the seductive azure woman's lead and let the words sit for awhile, taking in the tavern around himself.<br/><br/>The powerful moans and the tugging of furniture behind him arrested the young Tauren's attentions first: the pregnant human and a much shorter human (<i>A dwarf?</i>) had just finished the first act of their liaison. Keen eyes picked out flashing piercings embedded in the larger woman's pussy, perhaps attached to something sensitive, and imagining just how they had been placed made Hahnvok's mouth run dry. There was some kind of forbidden thrill their lovemaking elicited in him; the idea of fucking out in the common room where they could be seen or simply watched was inexplicably arousing, if unfamiliar to himself personally. When he'd been fortunate enough to take a lover it was always in quiet, furtively stealing moments out on the plains or stifling moans and cries in the heated dimness of a hut. But the two sapphic lovers had no shame, pleasuring and being pleasured in equal measure. If they could do it, and the patrons not swarm them en masse, perhaps he could get away with it too. With any luck, he might be able to find equally exotic lovers, starting with the Draenei nearest him.<br/><br/>Glancing back over Lana and her ridiculously proportioned curves (lingering on her ass, now, more than anything), he shifted along the bar until his left arm brushed the tits he'd spent so long ogling. No accident, the huntsman smiled and leaned his head lower down, carefully avoiding her with his horns as he brought his face closer. "How do you intend to pay me back?", he murmured. "...Or will that be more drinks?" Taking his chance, he lifted a hand to take her wrist; slowly eying her expression, those delicate fingers were guided beneath the counter. He settled her soft palm against his crotch, paused, and then guided it down his leg, following the warm curve of his cock.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>