<span style="font-weight: bold">Aria</span><br/><br/>While she is used to the kind of attention she was getting, Aria was not used to potential admirers (and apparently potential meals, as well) displaying their affections so directly.  Drawing back slightly from the sudden press of onlookers, the sudden presence of<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>having latched on to her tail causes her to twist around rather quickly.  Her confusion is mostly replaced with surprise when she sees the rather small creature making such a bold advance on her.  Before she can think of the best way to shoo him off without entirely disabusing him of his intended course of action, a passing catfolk who had appeared rather perplexed by the entire concept of the shirts proclaimed her beliefs on the topic, loudly, and suddenly Aria's little problem was gone, disappeared into the rapidly-receding crowd.<br/><br/>At her approach, Aria turned to study the newcomer with a unabashed eye.  Not the tallest, and not the most obviously muscled, but what was there was corded and well-toned.  Likely a runner then, someone built for and used to the long hunt, and her opinions backed that up.  "Well, different preferences for different people, I suppose.  I'd wager not many here have had to live life as you have, and if they were dropped out on the plains, their tune would change soon enough I think.  Assuming they lasted long enough to articulate it, that is.  I won't disagree about one like that lacking a certain...satisfaction, but then again I suspect your view of hunting is rather different then my own."  Turning to the dwarf as he voices his opinions on the subject, Aria gives him a wink.  "Non-willing, hmm?  There's so much room for interpretation there though.  Is that only when they strike the bargain, or throughout the entire process?"