"Breeding the curse out of my pet harpy sounds like it could incredibly fun, but the idea of breeding my own offspring? Not in the slightest, I may be more Troll than anything else but even I won't do that. Not when I have... four drop dead gorgeous women I can fuck almost whenever I want. One of which is likely to start beating me over the head if I don't make her a mother soon. I'll make a trip to Ogrimmar later and see if I can find where he went. Of course, getting Elune to let her daughter spend time with an old Orc may be even harder than finding him." He raised an eyebrow then grinned a bit. "So what you're saying is it's possible for me to drag both of you up to our room and knock you both up? You shouldn't tempt me with such things, you know how poor my self-control can be." He looked back at Amere and kissed her softly. "Hey, be careful where you throw those punches, you might wrinkle my robes. I'd like to live that long, but we'll see, I need to talk to Ibara about something and possibly Nalo... hopefully just Ibara though."<br/><br/>Vyre pointed across the room.<span style="color: purple">"That's the ice box, you put things in there to keep them cold or frozen so they don't go bad. And that is an oven, it's used to bake or broil things."</span>She motioned to the oven.<span style="color: purple">"You'll just have to trust me, I made more than enough for you to try all of it but I'm not expecting too much. Sugar and coldblooded creatures aren't usually things that go well together, Naori should love it though. Shame that Worgen got his hands on her, she's damn cute and would make a great pet."</span>She nodded in agreement and took another bite.<span style="color: purple">"But she's friends with Ras and if there's one thing his friends all share in common it's that we're stubborn as an ox."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>