Myaxx squatted down so she was almost eye level with the gnome, the rather neutral expression on her face. "Sure, I'll accept on one condition. You pay for my booze, otherwise I might... Oh wait, I don't do gnomes." she said, the last sentence said absent-mindedly.<br/><br/>"Besides, I know your little game. I've had it countless times before. 'Myaxx, why did you sleep with your mentor?', 'Myaxx, why did you sleep with your assistant?, 'Myaxx, why did you invent a robot that has sex with women for eight hours straight, has an unrelenting grip and can be recharged by solar energy?'. I tend not to bother with leeches who only go about talking with people to piss them off, and honestly, I've given up caring. That, and I've ruined the relationships of people who've pissed me off, and believe me, that's not easy." Myaxx said, her tail curling up, jabbing the gnome on the forehead.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>