Korxal's legs darted back and forth frantically as Xavia lifted him from the ground. He couldn't believe the nerve of this lady! How dare she pick him up as if he were some toy!? In truth, few Goblins liked being manhandled, least of all one with an ego problem. By the time his butt cheeks met with the cold, wood table he had worked himself into a slight tiff, so much so that he didn't quite hear what the woman had said to him. Coming to the dumb conclusion that it was a good time to say something he began to speak his mind, "You kn --" Korxal was quickly shut up as the woman's hands gripped his shaft and her lips made contact with his tip. He slouched back and let the palms of his hands support him so that he could keep his eyes on Xavia if he so chose. "Ohh..." he let out a soft moan that trailed off as he came to the realization of her intentions, he looked to the ceiling and closed his eyes, "Ohh...".<br/><br/>Feeling he should let Xavia know he appreciated the reciprocation Korxal sat back up briefly to brush the back of his fingers against her warm cheek as a sign of approval before reassuming his position. "Maybe I can make an exception this one time." the Goblin thought to himself. After all, it wasn't every day that a Goblin received head from a Draenei.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>