Sitting on the edge of the building, arms behind him slightly as he braced himself, Bharash watched as she removed her armor and then the rest of her garments as the rain began to come faster and heavier now.  The droplets were cooling to the touch, though the first few that landed on his scales had hissed as they nearly turned to steam from the heat of his skin.  Ever since drinking that gnomish potion, his draconic ancestry had been brought more to the forefront and that included the increased body temperature as the fire in his veins burned more fiercely.<br/><br/>The grin that had formed when he watched her undress only grew as he watched her perform her ritual to the storm gods.  He didn't understand what she was saying but he didn't need to feel the passion and energy in her songs.  And the swaying of her hips and body as the rain fell off and left her with a soft sheen as her hair framed her face was just an added bonus as he ignored the rain soaking through his clothes.  And when she extended her hand towards him, there was no hesitation to slip out of the soaked garments to be just as bare before the storm as the druid before taking the few steps separating them to wrap his arms around her thin waist and pulling her shimmering body to his.  He may not be a druid, but he would cause a storm of a different sort.<br/>