Vyre rolled her eyes and poked Ashia’s side.<span style="color: #5900b3"> “You’re such a charmer. I am very excited to meet our child though, if it’s not a cute little girl I’m going to kick your scaly ass up and down this mountain. I don’t want sons, I want strong and beautiful daughters. Or ones soft and adorable like Anna, but still hearty enough to work on a farm. I haven’t really been in the nursery since we put the egg there, I’ll have to get a more comfortable chair to lounge on in there.”</span><br/><br/>“Alright, alright. I hear you loud and clear. I’ll drop the topic of her and ask that she stays away from my winery when you visit.” He frowned a little and nodded. “Well that’s certainly a creative workaround. Does she taste the alcohol in your blood or does she just get drunk?”<span style="color: #b30000">“I just get drunk, but I also enjoy the taste of her blood and flesh. Sometimes I’ll lick her just to tease her into thinking I’m going to bite her, she releases the sweetest of scents when she gets excited.”</span>Ras sipped his wine and glanced at Tyrande when Crimzon over shared. “I see. That’s too bad about the wineries. Maybe I can take the place in the Night Elven market, I can say it’s good enough for the High Priestess, better yet, blessed by the High Priestess and everyone will be so angered by the notion that they’ll buy it in bulk just to see how ridiculous of a claim it is.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>