Teryus listened to her litany and failed to keep from rolling his eyes.<br/><br/>"Y'know, I really am fairly certain yae're jes' a snooty sin'dorei who 'ates humans. Love you some Hordie rhetoric." He snorted, still sketching. Part of him really wondered why he kept drawing her, but it's just what he did.<br/><br/>"Yae keep referrin' tae my "worgen side" like it's another being entirely. It's not. It<i>is</i>me. Ferals 're subject tae mindless ferocity and, well, bein' feral, because the part of 'em tha' was intelligent, 'r self-aware or whatnot is broken, fragmented." He paused to flip to a new page studying her a moment, recalling the cant of her head for his next sketch.<br/><br/>"Th' kind o' woman<i>I</i>want would be someone strong, able tae stand side by side wi' me on th' battlefield, regardless of what state I'm in. Maybe she likes one aspect over th' other, sae wot? Long as she doesnae refuse tae only 'ave sex with me one way. Speakin' of..." He paused to point at her with his pencil.<br/><br/>"If yae think feral worgen sex is "fine fuckin'", princess, I sorely pity yae. Cause they rut, get locked, wander until the fem falls off and go about their business. Nothin' "fine" there, nae finesse, no technique." A grin lit his features, as wolfish as anything in his worgen state. "I, on th' other 'and, took tha' aspect an' improved on et. Ferals dinnae care about pleasure, really. I do. But I doubt those lovely ears're good faer more 'an selective 'earin', anyhow." It was his turn to grin. If she was going to poke fun, for whatever reason, he could do the same.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>