"He certainly has a knack for attracting trouble," she sighed. "He probably hasn't told you but in the year I've been living down here near him I've had to rescue him from countless ambushes." She rubbed her stomach. "I don't complain, though...it wasn't easy. Now that you're on the scene, it's a lot easier on my belly."<br/><br/>She stretched, and nodded. "That'd be nice. And he's long since digested, or reformed, anyway. Slow metabolism runs in the family. Besides, he's taken a couple potions to make his body last all night, or at least most of it. He should be down enough later on, though..." She paused. "Wait a second. Why would you be concerned about that?" she teased, smirking.<br/><br/>Draining her drink when it arrived, they exchanged rounds and stories for a while, and after a couple more drinks, the wolfess, while not incoherent, was definitely fuzzy. "So, uh...you had enough?" she asked, licking her lips.