Alric vaguely taunted her while she cleared things away - well, everything except the gooey mess on the table, anyway. "Aww, but I bet he's not nearly half as well hung as I am. I was picked for a reason, and that reason is about ten inches long and aching to try your cunt." He chuckled, though, not quite as insistent as his words perhaps sounded.<br/><br/>The butler faded into the corner, hanging his head and hoping the mop of hair atop his boyish head would hide his features. He was perhaps in his twenties, perhaps a year or two lower, but there was a certain youth to him... Perhaps it was his innocent attempts to look anywhere but at her, except for the odd, sly glance?<br/><br/>Alrics foot came down on Janica's clothes just as her hands did. Her bending gave the butler a fine view, which Alric would say he didn't make the most of... But neither did he waste it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>