Zael looked up at him and grinned. She thought that he was likely a troll that still lived in one of their tribes, probably on the southern continent. He had a very wild looking outfit, and a big accent. Zael, however, had been amongst other members of the horde for a long term, spending most of her time out on adventure, or at her tiny apartment of Orgrimmar, wearing a light leather outfit and speaking with a much lesser accent.<br/><br/>She kept caressing both of them, her touch gentle but firm, an indication of her physical strength which was quite high, and that she was proud of. She brought her hand up along his thigh, almost reaching his crotch. She was used to dominating both males and females, and wanted to get an idea of which side of the power wheel he was. "You call me Zael. What your name? She a cutie elf, isn't she? You be strong enough to claim her yours?"<br/>