Bliss could not help but chuckle at the fiery spirit of the woman before the troll. If it was her being called a whore because of the lack of clothing, by a troll who did not seem to think it was needed to wear more then a flap of cloth before his groin, she would be angered as well. Nevertheless the words coming from the lithe elf certainly hit the spot with Clarissa, and a newfound respect took its place in her regards about the mage.<br/><br/>''I doubt he will be able to put up enough coin for a few seconds, let alone a whole night of parading you around lady Elle. By the looks of him though, he does seem to enjoy the sight, I hope you did not disrupt any of his future fantasies he was having.. ''<br/><br/>Clarissa drank her ale, and felt herself getting more and more tipsy by the minute. She had already been drinking since the morning, and had perhaps already emptied a dozen of mugs before the pandaren joined them. Nevertheless, despite her normally quiet behaviour, she didn't mind letting out those hurtful words for once. She hoped the troll had a good sense of humour, besides it was not as if his hardened member was hardly noticeable underneath the thin fabric of his loincloth. It even made the paladin blush just by peering over it once every while, trying to take note of how big it was. She could not help but let out a small giggle, as a red blush spread over her cheeks.<br/><br/>''I already thought you were more then you look like, but never assumed something like this. My presumptions were more of a charade to put up so you could give men and without a doubt women to, a false sense of security. Because who would suspect a woman that has to sell her body to stay alive, to be an experienced and dangerous magical opponent?''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>