He smiles and lifts the woman in front of him, opening his coat and using the excess to wrap around her small form. Once so pressed against him, she could feel not only feel his fit body against her, but the myriad of weapons he kept as well, almost all a pistol of some sort.<br/><br/>Leaning down, he rests his cheek against her hair, hands finding their way over her full breasts and clasping the coat closed there. How convenient for him.<br/><br/>"I hardly think that only bad things come from the Rifts, my dear. Dangerous? Surely. Exotic? Of course."<br/><br/>He squeezes the Dark Elf slightly.<br/><br/>"Alluring? Why occassionally so."