"No, he'll do it, not me." she said, though her words fell on deaf ears as he darted off "Damn merchants...thinking everything walking by a human is owned..."<br/><br/>The giant mass of fur, fat, and overwhelming amounts of muscle tore back through the street to his meal, which was certainly a sight to see for most.  For Lenathe though...<br/><br/>"Manners fuzzball!" she called, the bear sticking his head up and giving her a roar indignantly, his massive jowls filled with the gruel before him and his giant mouth wide enough to fit a man's head in it... but then when he went back to his meal he was far better behaved "Good.  No need to be<em>rude</em>after all."<br/><br/>At the kiss though, her hand wrapped around her lovely slave girl, and she returned the kiss on her forehead.  The hand of course strayed under her slave's skirt, firmly clasping one of the light-toned cheeks in her palm, as she often did despite the onlookers.  Let em watch, she figured; this woman was her 'property' after all.<br/><br/>"Apparently my furry companion is going to be wrestling a man." she said, chuckling "Fool has no idea what he's getting into... how'd the game go?  I saw you doing your magical stuff over there..."