"Ew." Cyrine furrows her brow. "Um...not to be a wet blanket , but...unless that business  between your legs is created of plastic or metal like yr' legs, and you've got a magnificent set of breasts hidden away someplace..I'm afraid we're not going to arrive at what was it..messy...closet sex land?"<br/>Cyrine can't help but smirk, clacking the glad stone against her teeth , she reaches in her pocket for her lho stick tin, grabbing one for her self and then handing it over to Torin. "But keep barking up that tree...I get bored and frustrated enough might let you give me a bit of hand service..since i'm SUCH a nice woman.." Cyrine by nature was a flirt. Sex was an affirmation of life,and while she had no plans to bed this man..or any man for that matter- it was still fun to watch them try.<br/><br/>She lights her Lho stick, and inhales, following it with another drudge of the liquid. "Its not that bad..smooth. "she insists.<br/><br/>"So are you drunk enough to tell me dirty stories about the Captain?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>