"Nah," Scoundrel says after a moment of thought.  "Not now, at least, honey.  I actually /need/ to get drowned before I just roll aroun' on the floor.  /Maybe/ after I emptied my coin pouch and filled my belly."  She does smile at the lick, tapping him on the nose with a genteel laugh, before rolling off of Alizzia's back and to her face.  She gently strokes the straining woman's face, cups her chin to lift it, and then pours the ale into her mouth.  "Drink up.  I get the impression that chap isn't going to let you free until you're sore!"  Once the cup is emptied, even if some of it spills over the orc's swaying breast, she gives a laugh and a friendly kiss to the cheek before extracting herself to head to the bar.<br/><br/>She joins the duo of the Worgen and the Elf, "Greetings."  Shy?  No, and eager to meet new faces as she showed with the two whose frenzied lovemaking she interrupted.  She slaps two coins down on the bar, "More of the same, 'tender!"  She leans forward, resting elbows on the bar as she licks the last of the ale off of her lips.  "Lovely atmosphere."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>