Yalamir raised his brows and shook his head. "Oh, no need to make an exception, sweetie. I like fucking women of types. Pussy, cock, both. It matters not to me, if you got a hole that needs stuffin', well, sugar. I got what you need." He smirked, licking his lips, viewing as she spilled her ale down her chin and onto her chest. "Surely, you like when big cocks are placed right in between those green pillows, hmm?" He grinned at her, drinking some more of his mead, setting it on the table again. He laughed lightly, "Like I said, I like all types of women. Pussy, cock, both. Human, orc, elf. Hell, I woke up next to a Forsaken woman today. Who also had a cock, but sure knew what how to use that mouth of hers." He winked at her playfully, "So, I should've come across more forward than I was. I want to stuff you and all your holes. Not the other way around, miss green." His handsome face smirked and showed off his pearly white teeth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>