Monia whined as she peeled the sticky meat from her face and predictably flicked it at Ophidian.<span style="color: #ff4dff">"You're lucky I can't vomit or I'd spill... something all over the floor."</span><span style="color: #ff0000">"You don't even have a stomach, you have a small ball of raw energy inside your chest that just burns whatever you swallow."</span>She looked pointedly at Ophidian for a moment then back to Monia.<span style="color: #ff4dff">"Do not."</span><span style="color: #ff0000">"If you want to argue with the warlock that's fine. Perhaps you need to get them both naked and make them sit down and stop feuding? I'd suggest wine for Kitori but she's still breastfeeding, would that even hurt your son? Aren't Naga immune to poison? Night Elves are highly resistant to it."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"I wasn't whining! I was just... musing to myself, and like I said, I would much prefer my blood help your people than be spilled in war for mine. I would willingly donate skin and hair samples, give me a sharp blade and I'll give you as much of both as you want." </span>She ran her fingers through her untamed mane of hair and frowned.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I need to clean this up anyways."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>