Freki wasn't particularly bothered by the notion that he wasn't in the right district for this sort of thing. After all, as he reasoned it, it wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>fault, not with the Queen about. She did insist on that particular means of greeting, which meant she must have known how he would have responded. The dinner conversation was rather enlightening, Freki listening quietly, asking questions here and there and quietly delighting in the opportunity to savor the sensation of knotting a female, express his happiness with the arrangment in tender licks and nuzzles.<br/><br/>He took care to pull out slowly when he finally cooled down, as not to waste any more than could be avoided when pulling himself free - being just that polite sort of GenImal. A toothy grin overtook his face as he was presented with the "smorgasbord," all too ready to "dig in" so to speak.<br/><br/>(( Heads, heh. Freki's lucky day. ))