"A massage getting her turned on? She's growing soft then, that's actually rather funny." Vyre growled as she conjured a spear and threw it at Ras, though it bounced off him harmlessly and dispersed into the air.<span style="color: purple">"I'm not getting soft and I'm not so weak willed that HER claws stumbling around my back would get me turned on."</span>"Of course dear, it was her breath on your ears that did it, wasn't it?" Two more spears flew at Ras but met the same fate as the first as she turned away from then both and folded her arms. "She's not drunk Ashia, I think she may actually be going into heat. I didn't think Elves did it until I saw it happen to Elune, but whatever, it's really none of my concern. I'm devoted to her mother and I know her too well, I'd never have a relationship with a woman more demented than myself. Well I'm not just going to open the kitchen for you two so when more people wake up I'll consider making something for you two. Assuming Vyre hasn't gotten you kicked out or killed." He looked at Kalian then to Ashia with a warning glare. "Let me stop you there, son. Vyre is unfortunately your sister, she's not your aunt. And the lizard will never be welcomed as family, she's something... someone I know through a series of unfortunate events. I don't care what your grandmother may have told you about these two, but the timeline your from is likely far different from this one."<br/><br/>Nalo hardly reacted as her desk was destroyed and looked over at Dra'tha.<span style="color: red">"Like I told her, everyone can be bought for the right price. She's no different. The Elf will meet a very messy fate at the end of Hellashia's talons if I don't get that pad back, it controls literally everything about me and I don't need someone as emotional as her in possession of it. I'm not dumb, I know exactly what I've done to her. It's a pity, really, a small part of me was actually starting to develop feelings for her but I can't let her have such an important part of my being. I need the controller and she needs the elf.</span>" Nalo stood up and strolled over to the window and began tapping it causing several screens to appear.<span style="color: red"> "She'll learn. She's no different from any other mortal, even you can be bought, even temporarily, for the right price. A night with my employees at your mercy? I know I can get away not fully reporting the contents of an import. A shipment of your favorite wine and an extra batch of materials for your poisons, I can completely hide an export."</span>An image of the elf appeared in one screen and a laundry list of criminal offenses appeared beside it. And finally a police report against Valeen, accusing her of theft and blackmail.<span style="color: red">"I wonder what she'll cost." </span>There was an unsettling coldness in the Draenei as she dragged one perfectly manicured nail across the image of the elf's neck.<span style="color: red">"Don't worry about repaying me for the desk, it's already been cut from your monthly paycheck. As a favor I won't make you reorganize my paperwork, you Trolls aren't capable of such delicate work."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>