Watching Alexia go, considering her wise choice of words, Randall shrugged but couldn't help but agree with what she had said on her way out.  She'd have done well to remember her own advice though.  Still, things could have been far worse as he chuckled at the girl before him, amazed at how much he could be aroused by just a simple touch as she had just given him as her hand rested on his chest.  The black silk bodysuit he was wearing unzipped itself at the back as Randall's tentacle like appendages started to wiggle their way out, eighteen in all since he was 900 years old, and before long he was standing with his chest and back open to the air.  "Oh, I'm sure I can think of something Surelia."  He grinned, approaching as he put a hand on her left shoulder, leaning in for a kiss he hoped she'd return in equal fashion, but if not he'd just have to think of something else.  "If you're not in the mood, I'm sure we can think of something else.  Still, everytime I'm near you, I can't get the thought of ravishing you until you black out out of my head.  Is that so wrong?"