Etheda looked up at the draenei, grinning crookedly, his smile widespread but showing few teeth. His expression was comparable to a feline, though one that was playful, rather than devious. Rubbing a hand at the vacant spot on the bed while the other went behind his head, he cooed to her, "<span style="color: Purple">Come, take it before one of our other beautiful ladies do. I won't bite, promise.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>