Her Common certainly wasn't as good as some of the other trolls that Jake had met but he was able to understand her just fine.  Having apparently decided to stand behind him, the human had tilted his head back and over the seat that he was sitting in so that he could look at Mora, even if it meant looking at her upside down.  His green eyes narrowed, studying her face before a brow slowly rose at her declaration that she 'don't eat animal'.  Considering how trolls liked their meat - enough so that some tribes would resort to eating orcs, humans, or whatever else they could find -, it was pretty strange to see one actually pass on a plate full of it, especially when she was obviously hungry.<br/><br/>For some reason her soft voice made Jake grin and, with a shrug, he muttered, "Okay." Except he didn't speak the word in Common; it was Zandali, the native troll language.  Nothing wrong with making future comrades more at ease by letting them know he knew at least some of their language.<br/><br/>But he did switch back to Common when he said, "I'm guessing it's a druid thing."<br/><br/>Certainly wouldn't be the first time he heard about druids that had decided to become vegetarians; it was just the first time that he's seen a<i>troll</i>do it.  Once you become the animal you lose the taste for the meat or something like that.  That just gave Jake the funny - but morbid - thought that maybe there were incidents where hunters may actually shoot a druid that was still in, say, a bear form and they decided to cook it because they thought it was a regular bear.<br/><br/>Course, Mora still seemed to possess some of her feline features despite having shifted back from her cat form.  Her orange eyes were certainly more cat-like and, this close, he could see a light covering of fur on her blue skin.  Speaking of body...Jake's green eyes moved from her face and tusks to her tattered clothing where a tear here and there offered a teasing view of a breast, a hip, and other revealings of the flesh that sparked at his imagination.  When he first started out he probably wouldn't have found trolls attractive but now that he was more...experienced we'll say...<br/><br/>He sniffed audibly and he tried to make it look like his searching glances were just an attempt to locate the very pleasing smell that exuded off of her.  The rogue tried to reinforce a disguise of innocence when he looked pointedly at the pouches at her belt and said, "You smell nice."<br/><br/>He gave the smallest of twitches with the finger balancing the throwing knife and the hilt of the weapon fell into the palm of his hand before he finally decided to slide it into one of the tiny sheaths that were tied around his thigh.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>