<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Fimbulvetr</strong></span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/349/5/9/lissa_by_jennyverse-d8a13pr.jpg)</div><br/>Lissa listend in facination. She had always loved learning about different peoples, different cultures. So she was a little disappointed that his answer was so blunt. But before she can ask him to elaborate he's brought the conversation back to her waiter. The exact topic she was trying to distract herself from thinking about.<strong>"Ohh yea... He knows everything. I explained it all.... whew.... quite well when I came in... hooo... haaaa... Even... the fact... that tonight I'm getting myself pregnant.</strong>She blushes hard after saying that, embarrassed to admit it. Why does she care? The second that waiter comes back she's be jumping him and yelling at him to breed her. Fuck it, may as well explain herself now.<strong>"Last time I went into heat.... I wanted a child so badly. Afterwards I did some soul searching... I don't want a child that ties me to my homeland. Going back to that tribe mentality of 'do it for the pack'. No! I'm not in love with anyone in my tribe! I'm in love with this wild and crazy world! And I want a half breed that is as crazy and wild as this world I love.... I... ooohhhh.... I hooooope that makes sense."</strong>She's surprisingly passionate about her speech. Though... children is a worthy subject to get passionate about.<br/><br/><br/>She's breathing deep and heavy, trying to keep herself from going over the edge and losing control. The smells of sex, the sounds of it, the sights of it, it's everywhere in this place. She pauses to take it all in. A mistake perhaps because she focuses in on her partner again. Looking straight down at his bulge. Maybe it wasn't as big as she feared...<strong>"I wonder if we could make half breeds.... ahhh.... tha... that'd be a wild thing..."</strong>NO! Goddamit Lissa, she tells herself. PROFESSIONALS ONLY!