<span style="color: #666600">“I don’t need to try again. Why would I need to consult with you before talking to her mother if I don’t know what kind of person she is?” </span>He snorted and bonked her on the top of the head.<span style="color: #666600">“The native Ras likes Tauren and other animal-like races... like harpies. Which is disgusting. I like you specifically because I know you have a good head on your shoulders and you’ll tell me what’s on your mind honestly and you’ll tell me when I’m wrong or out of line. That is what I like about you. You are everything that Vyre is... was, what I loved about her.” </span>He nodded and sat down next to her.<span style="color: #666600"> “I’m not planning any long term relationships for the same reason. I’m still getting over losing everything... I made one joke about turning into a wine making hermit and now Ibara keeps trying to hold it against me. Fine, fine, I won’t pick on her and I’ll do my best to support her and her efforts with Ibara.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>