Avints would go to pick up his mug, taking a chug of the ale as he would slide it over to the Draenei. "Might wanna' take a gulp in advance then...something tells me I'll be paying for all your rounds here tonight by the time I'm done then...However." He'd point to the bulge that was in the Draenei's pants. "...Better be something other than -that- pesky big thing in there, you hear me?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>