<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gormr<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Asaria Lao, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>“You’ve missed my meaning, Gormr. I must admit a certain… weakness… for men of action. Perhaps we could take my wine, your ale as well as your precision to my room? You could show me how much of a predator or prey you can be while tangled in the sheets.”</em><br/><br/>Gormr was used to Nord women being forward with their desires, but not so women of other lands. So had she been one of the true locals, he would not have hesitated for the few moments he did when he heard her speak of what she was wanting to do. His expression went completely neutral as his eyes wandered over what he could see of her while seated across from her. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her from what he saw of her, and there was that indefinable something that spoke of deep passions within her that were likely to come to the surface once somewhere more private. He was eager for female company after the long walk, and if she wanted to spend time with him, he would be a grand fool to say no.<br/><br/>The smile he showed was slightly crooked, but carried the echoes of the naughty thoughts that ran through his mind. He saw that there would be quite the contest as to who would be the 'predator' and who would be 'prey', yet he didn't mind one bit. A good bed companion in his mind was one who led as well as followed, all the time active in the sport between the man and woman.<br/><br/>"You make a fine suggestion, but before I follow, or lead, you anywhere, you'll at least do me the courtesy that I have done you." He took a slow bite of the meat that was on his plate, chewing it slowly and thoughtfully before he licked some of the juice from the webbing between his thumb and forefinger. "I'd like to know who I will be tangling sheets with, if I decide to go that way."