<div class="floatright">(http://dieuxdelaterre.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/josh-hartnett-19.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">~*Fable*~</span></span></div><br/><strong>Location: Yasdiira's Room<br/>Actions: Enjoying the Drow's company<br/>Company: Yasdiira</strong><br/><br/>Fable watched all her movements with interest and the way she so easily flowed from one emotion and way of holding herself to another. She really was almost like a shapeshifter herself. It made him wonder just where the real Yasdiira was in all of it or if perhaps, like it, all of it was her. When she moved closer and naturally moved his hand further up her thigh he moved his fingers, subtly stroking her soft skin. He smiled when she held her finger up and said being respectful was important to her. Then that wicked grin of hers made a pleasurable little chill run up his spine. "I always try to be respectful to all those who deserve it... and you certainly deserve it." he said softly with a small smile.<br/><br/>Fable listened intently as she spoke, just as he had been all along, glancing over at the mysterious door as she whispered about it. His eyes were quickly drawn back to her and that lovely body of hers she was giving him a nice view of. "Well, really I'm up for just about anything so long as it doesn't involve terrible wounds and dismemberment." he said then smirked, "I don't think you're the kind into that sort of thing though. It's not like anything can truly harm me but it isn't something I enjoy the feeling of. I trust you. A safety word is always a good thing though. I will choose... hmmm... strawberry." He chuckled lightly and smiled at her.