<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br/>When the drow pulled out, the druid all but collapsed unto the bed, a quiet groan escaping him. At the words spoken, he but blinked owl-like, rubbed his face and then stared at Vesz'tyrr for a few moments.<br/>"That...," he started, then smirked and shook his head to regain more of the wits that weren't exactly his yet. "It was, yes. Thank you," he said with a renewed sense of here-and-now.<br/>The drow was still distracting and magnificent, but he no longer felt the need that could burn him so close to a crisp he'd loose his mind.<br/>"I'd stay longer... but I am starting to hunger for nourishment," he said, his smile turning somewhat apologetic. Myrrdin made no haste, though, still content to simply lay on the elf's bed. That, or he didn't trust his limbs yet.