The worgen chuckled, eyes coming up to study her face.<br/><br/>"'t's not th' worgen part I'm unhappy about, love. I am fine with both 'alves o' myself. But there is a want for a connection of emotion, ideas, intellects that I dinnae get from women who jes' wanna say they got fucked by a worgen." He paused in his sketching, noticing her expression.<br/><br/>"And while there are some who prefer th' beast tae th' man, yae cannae expect someone tae reject half o' who they are faer very long." He stepped up behind her, the sound of pages rustling followed by a light drag of a claw along her shoulder.<br/><br/>"Wot d'yae think of this?" He held the sketchbook so she could see the page. The sketch was fairly detailed for something done so quickly, but it was no huge effort to tell who the subject was.<br/><br/>The elven woman with raven tresses, sporting that coy little smile when she had been seated just a few moments earlier.<br/><br/>"Yae'll forgive me for takin' th' liberty, but I find it easier tae draw a subject when they dinnae 'ave a clue they're th' subject."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>