Hahnvok certainly was nervous enough as is; his heated blood pounded furiously in his ears as he drew nearer, his tail lashing quickly at the air to drive off some unseen concern. Thinking that the best way to approach his unfamiliarity was to push forward and past it, he'd simply tried to impress the well-proportioned mage with his body and the alcohol. Having her respond was another matter entirely, and it made his hide feel all too tight and much too hot. Her purrs and coos sent shivers down his massive frame, shoulders hunching slightly; to anyone paying attention, it was almost as if the young shu'halo had wilted, unsure of how to proceed with such a willing, deliberately sexual partner. Even as he expected her touch he groaned, managing to stifle the noise into a truncated sort of grumble, eyes half-lidding as she felt her way down his member. It was heavenly. A much more quiet moan escaped him as she gave him that final squeeze, his dazed mind slowly piecing together what she'd said to him. It would be rude not to respond, even if she kept distracting him with that firm grip.<br/><br/>"I...I'm not sure how many I could buy for you. I don't have much, myself", he admitted, hunching over the bar as he murmured...only to be paralyzed by her little show.<i>They <b>move</b>?</i>, he marveled to himself, his cock straining under Lana's palm in response. Watching her pop the tendril into her mouth was achingly erotic to the young bull, suggesting all that this azure beauty could do for him if he could only convince her to share his bed. Straining to keep what little composure he had intact, Hahnvok put a hand over her own wandering one, green eyes begging her to pause for just a moment. The farther arm of the tauren snaked around her to grip a leg of her stool as he moved closer, almost off of his own seat, to nearly envelop the mage with his frame. All the while that little blue tendril-cock (he thrilled at the thought of replacing it with his own, linen pants creaking) lay between plush, dark lips, taunting him, coaxing him further out of his traditional shyness. Feeling very much like a tortoise without a shell, surrounded by the smell of sex and the heated orgasms of the women behind him, he felt overwhelmed.<br/><br/>Glancing away from her at last, the breathy sigh that forced its way from behind his teeth was almost resigned. "If you need more drinks, I can try. I'm not very...good, at this." Hahnvok paused, soft tail brushing against the back of her legs as it cut the air. He waited on her response, his massive three-fingered hand trapping her delicate fingers for the time being.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>