<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"Oh? Well I'm certainly interested to try his cooking then. Maybe one day he'll invite me to this home so I can meet him. I think I can handle cooking something for myself if you want to head home. I'm sure your ladies are in dire need of your loving touch. If I don't show up at your house in a few days you can just assume I starved to death."</span><br/><br/>"Well now instead of fighting with your sisters you can just ask me to accompany you to the beach whenever you want. I would like to see Valeen outside of her armor. I've always been curious about Draenei women, and one as fit and battle hardened as her has got to have to the body of a goddess."<br/><br/><span style="color: #4da6ff">"I could slice it all up for you, or do you want to tear it up as you want? I could probably break this apart quite easily. A box that keeps things frozen? How strange you are, Ashia. I can't imagine anything like that."</span>She looked over at Sharindia when she appeared and slowly stood up to approach the pregnant Elf. She brought her head down low and sniffed the Elf before she laid back down.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Hm. I expected someone older... I don't know if you're old enough to help me, but I am not one to judge on appearances. I am... I am known as Mischa. I don't remember my old name, and I am Timelost. Until just recently I was dead, in the service of a kind young Troll. I don't know how long I've been dead but I do remember being present when they created the Dragonsoul. Mmm, that was a fine memory, young Neltharion was such a fine and wonderful looking man. He would have been a great consort."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>