Silynn bristled at the sound of the goblin's voice, tilting her head to place an annoyed stare on the creature. This was -not- the stealthy departure she'd been hoping for, and was only growing more disasterous by the minute. This one was ruining her ploy.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: darkgreen">Why don't you just mind your own fuckin'-----" </span>The retort she'd been working on was silenced abruptly at the tug through her hair and the heat of another's lips against her own. At first, she simply stood there. Her back was ramrod straight, the annoyance rolling off her in waves under the male's assault and her own failures...but as his lips moved upon hers, another idea occurred. Keeping him happy was a key to not winding up in a barred hell somewhere in Dalaran after all.<br/><br/>The slender, formerly pouting lips parted, catching his bottom one between her own and returning the kiss in earnest. Her hands lifted, attempting to sink themselves into his hair as she leaned forward, pressing her still robed body against his. It occurred to her that driving him to distraction was promising to be very fun, indeed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>