"Good, now that we have an understanding..."  Gripping her top, he pulled down, ripping the battle dresses in some places.  He was very adament in stripping her, there was no subtlety as he began work at roughly removing her clothing.  He didn't respond to her questions at first, but finally smirked.  "Your kind has pushed us back for so long, largely in part to you doing it.  So how will history record you when you become the bearer of my children?  Not remembered as a proud warrior, but personal cocksleeve to the king of your hated nation?"<br/><br/>"And yes, I have several bastards born within our fair city.  With a half orc on the way to seal the pact.  And I am no fool, with your experiance you'd gut me like a fish."  Looking at her with a grim look.  "However, victory is not always given to the strong.  Strength fails miserably against cunning, dear general."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>