<span style="color: DarkRed"><i>"Well then, I suppose I will be forced to be </i>dreadfully<i> forward about this then."</i></span><br/><br/>Thuren chuckles, before attempting to undo the buttons on her shirt and pull it away, hands running over her breasts in the process. That done, he will quickly remove his own chainmail shirt and demi-greaves, leaving only his breeches on, and then try to roll her over once more so he can begin to massage her front, hands occasionally moving to only a inch or so away from her breasts or slit, only to move away again, teasing her.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><i>"Are you enjoying this? If there's anything else you want, just let me know..."</i></span><br/><br/>Thuren says teasingly, wanting to see whether she'll outright ask, or if he'll have to beg first. Not that both options don't strike him as equally sexy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>