"Not just yet . . . gimme a few more swigs of whatever the bloody hell this is." Torin replied, reaching for the bottle, somewhat hesitant. He could handle his drink, sure . . . but he had a sneaking suspicion that the liquid on the bottle would be better suited to degreasing engines, or stripping paint from walls.<br/><br/>"May I propose a trade? I tell you stories in exchange for assorted sexual acts?" He asked mildly, arching an eyebrow at her. He didn't often get the chance to be overtly sexual, and the woman seemed willing enough to reciprocate in some limited degree, so he figured he may as well.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>