<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br/>The lack of a lump in the man's pants made his hand pause where it was, but there wasn't time enough for him to express confusion; he was being pushed away before he could even register what happened.  He stood and blinked, dazed, and didn't snap out of it until he was being pulled off.  He thought quickly as they approached the stairs, and when the truth occured to him, a slow grin parted his cheeks.  He kept silent about<em>that</em>matter, but spoke up about another.<br/><br/>"...My room's the last..."<br/><br/>He was excited, now, for a number of reasons.  Not only was there pleasure coming his way, but something he'd never had, before.  Women and men of various species were all on his list of experience, but never someone somewhere in the middle.  He had so many questions, and he was anxious to see how things panned out once they were behind closed doors.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br/>location -- lower floor; heading upstairs</div>