The monk smirked as he felt her soft hand move along his jaw only to begin combing his soft hair with her fingers. He listened to her, only to see the woman's lips pucker up. He knew she wasn't going to kiss him. Not yet anyways. He purred, feeling her grip his hair tightly and tug him. He grinned wickedly, "Mmm, the feisty ones are always the gentle-looking ones." He laughed, only to follow her in the booth.<br/><br/>He felt her lips peck his cheek. The elf looked over at her. "So, just for that bit of excitement, I'll let you scream my name tonight, Ivory." He took a hold of her hips, yanking her towards him to straddle his lap within the booth they sat in. "What do you say? You say woman practically beg for you. As they do for me. So, let's beg for one another. Or would you prefer that neither of us beg and just take what we want?" He purred in her ear, only to kiss her ear, nipping the lobe, tugging it gently before releasing it.<br/><br/>A sly grin on his lips, as his hands would soon begin to travel over the temple that was Ivory's body. He sighed softly, enjoying her frame, even if it was covered in plate. He'd start untying pieces of her armor, hoping to get her naked rather soon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>