Britomart shook her head and sipped her coffee.<span style="color: #ff0000">"my sense of humor wakes up somewhere between my second and third cup... oh i blow myself up all the time, minor pops and bangs are as much a part of engineering as ridiculous hand gestures are a part of doing magic. but while we are on the subject would people please have a little faith in my abilities? in my lifetime i have produced enough explosives to turn Stormwind city into a smoking crater and scatter to dust so far they would be sweeping Wrynns throne off the streets of Darnassus and i am still alive so stop worrying about me blowing myself apart. the shit i have done and endured leaves scars that can't be fixed."</span>she nodded as well and sipped more coffee.<span style="color: #ff0000">"that sounds like a plan, just don't expect to see her gorgeous purple ass up and about before two in the afternoon, they aren't called Night Elves because it sounds neat. armor? hmm."</span>she shrugged a little and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000">"since your feeling better can i assume you will start taking proper care of her? despite threatening Arlokk to his face about stealing my woman back he still hasn't tied her down and made her beg."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>