The monk propped his eyebrows up a bit at the woman and her forward comments. He laughed, shaking his head. "I have a handful of stories. But, I'm curious of an ex military lady's stories than my own." He smirked, eyeing her offer of her hand. He removed his own glove, only to grip her hand gently. He gave a firm squeeze and shake. He took note of her soft hand, showing her that he hadn't been blessed with such hands as he had a set of worker's hands, fighter's hands.<br/><br/>He returned his hand to the top of the table near his mead if and when she released him. He smirked as she called him out on what he wanted. "Is that so? Well, what if I don't want to be serviced by a barmaiden? What if I want to be serviced by a patron? What if I want a human lady?" He stood up and walked towards her, crouching down at her side. "Perhaps, one with soft hands, for a smoother touch." He practically purred this to her. He had been looking up at her since he was crouched down.<br/><br/>"But, yes, you are very correct. I'm looking for much more than shoving my cock in a hole in the wall to be serviced. I was thinking of cramming it down someone's throat before I decide to fuck them silly in either one of their other holes. Fair?" He smirked as he asked to her, only to trace his hand up her side as he stood up and went to head back to his seat, if she hadn't stopped him, that is.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>