<span style="color: #4da6ff">"I don't think it'll take years for your emotions to blossom, but it might take longer before you're ready to have sex." </span>Delithia frowned and shook her head.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Impulses, nothing more. I capable of controlling them when I need to. I just don't need to when I'm around you." </span>She thought for a moment then held out one hand<span style="color: #4da6ff">. "A glass of wine and... Some grapes." </span>A low growl escaped the priestess looked at the clones, her smile growing to a grin.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to get me riled up. You wouldn't want to watch me pleasure myself, would you? It'd be so terribly... indecent."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>