"Shaddup . . . I'm very slightly drunk, and you're mostly naked. It seemed like a good thing to say." Torin riposted, his sense of humour evidently unaffected by the comically-powerful liquor.<br/><br/>"Do you want a story first, or can I cop a feel?" He leered, conscious of her elaborate inspection of his hand. There was nothing wrong with it, as far as he was concerned, but perhaps she was into all manner of detailing. For all he knew, she could end up writing up a satirical story about this in no time at all - but whatever, he didn't much care. He wanted to see her squirm and moan.<br/><br/>"Your first time, eh? And I'm a living saint." He laconically replied, flashing her what he hoped was a winning smile. While he didn't have any hard evidence to back his assumptions up, he was certain she was the type to screw her way into a good story, no matter the circumstances. It just seemed like the kind of thing somebody like her would do to get their way.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>