"Sort of! I did want to do a proper initiation where I... coerced you into joining our little brotherhood! I couldn't just let you leave if you refused, after all! The only place you would have gone to then would have been my hips!"~, Rissle replied with a smirk, before pulling him forwards by the hand only to bump and grind her soft, ample rear in against his groin, pushing him back again as she continued, "You would probably look as good on me as you do now though, so there wouldn't be that big a shame of you ending your days in here, would it?"^, sloshing her shrinking, distended gut about to add to her point.<br/><br/>Sitting down in by their fire onto a recently chopped down log, on the opposite side of a few human cultists, , Rissle set about drying her feet, socks and boot, patting the spot to her righht, becoking Malark to join her before continuing their conversation. As all the kobolds were off fawning over their newest idol, as well as their old favourite, they had for the moment plenty of room, and even some semblance of privacy. "Mhm! I think things would work out great between us! ... So, I should probably ask you all about yourself, where you come from, what you have been doing and so on, but unless you are playing me like a fiddle, and really is here just to infiltrate our cult, there isn't a need for that! Well, atleast not a need for that from the mission's eyes, but I still want to know! But it probably would be best to keep our mind on the mission at hand, instead of forgetting ourselves in idle chit chat, so other than cure wounds, what kind of spells do you know?" , Rissle continued while looking Malark up and down with keen interest, now that they had some free time. Wether she was infatuated with him as a meal or as a partner was kinda hard to tell, maybe even the two meant the same thing to the ranger!