"Of the women I "have" none of them are sexually active and even then I can only say Amere is mine because she's my wife, Ibara belong to Vyre, Sarevess is dead to me, and Elune is her own woman which I respect." Ras shook his head with a mischievous smirk. "Nope, even for a Blood Elf I'd say you're pretty average and until you're out of this armor it's my word against yours. And I'm far less biased than you are. You mean this straw that smells like it hasn't been washed in a week? Oh I definitely can, it's just a matter of how much effort I'm willing to put into it, or in this case you, because I'm definitely going to make you mine one day." Ras looked around for a bit then took a seat on a nearby bench. "Correction, I was trying to bone Rachel, my protective instincts kicked in and now I just want to see her living happily with Karrie, which means another woman is destined to be mine. Elune isn't interested in sex, Amere doesn't enjoy it anymore, she'd much rather be a mother, and without Sarevess I've been quite pent up." He pulled her close and bit her neck softly, her high fading almost instantly. "There you go, venom is gone, but tell me, do you really want to be left alone? High or not you wouldn't be smiling if I was really bugging you, besides, I know you've gone too long without getting laid. One go then we can go our separate ways? I can take you somewhere secluded where you can wash up afterward and nobody would ever know."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>