"Oh, I'm sure she'd be lucky to survive just the two of us.  But more will be fun, especially for her no doubt," he whispered to Daelen as he shared a leering eye with him over Zipporah until she disappeared from view to put his bag away.  "God, she's just fucking poured into that slip isn't she?"  It might as well be underwear despite its style and cut in Sabre's eyes.  "You're a lucky guy.  Thanks again for spreading some of it around," he grinned before giving Daelen a friendly bump with his fist on his shoulder.  "But wow, nine years?  That's what I call patience.  You were right though.  Maybe I do have it in me after all.  All I need is the right kind of woman to get the vigor up, among other things."<br/><br/>Thinking about how nice it'd be to put her in heels to give her sway that extra oomph, Sabre waved to Zipporah when she returned and motioned her over to join them.  "How about a drink?" he asked at first seemingly inviting her to have one herself before adding, "I'm sure you can impress, so surprise me.  Put a bit of your own character into it so we can have a taste to wet our appetites before the real thing."