"Well considering what you have to compare to I'd be pretty disappointed in myself if I let you down too. We did but, but you also changed your answer so it clearly worked in my favor." He grinned a bit and poked her side. "There's only two things that upset my stomach, the scent of an aroused Night Elf and anything overly sweet, we Trolls don't handle most fruits very well, even less so when they're turned into wine." Ras shook his head a bit and gave her a soft squeeze. "I'm not talking about a past relationship, I'm saying I have no intentions on treating you like the nymphomaniac she was." He looked up at the bartender and shrugged. "I'm not much of a drinker but if you've got something a goblin would consider using for fuel then that'll work."<br/><br/>Sahra's body was surprisingly well toned for such a young Human with almost every inch of her back covered in tattoos. The acolyte let out a soft groan and slowly opened her eyes.<span style="color: blue">"If this... is the afterlife... this is definitely shittier than... I had- oh, you? I'm so not a Night Elf." </span>She sat up quickly and rubbed her neck as she looked around.<span style="color: blue">"Where's my shield? Ah nevermind, it was a cheap Blood Elf one... like that armor."</span>She slowly pulled herself to her feet but fell back down soon after, resurrection sickness hitting her hard.<span style="color: blue">"Well the ground is soft."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>