<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br/>Jereil smirked.  He supposed that maybe there<em>was</em>need to prove his worth, somehow.  His fingers began to creep downward, toward his groin.<br/><br/>"Well, you're attractive...  That's good enough for me."  He was starting to think the man simply wasn't into a good bout of gay sex, but it's not like that had exactly stopped him before.  Boundaries were for the sober, after all.  Besides, his loins were at a point of great discomfort, cramped behind his trousers rather tightly.<br/><br/>"I could get you something stronger..?" he proposed, referring to the man's ale.<br/><br/>If allowed, his hand would move right between Edouard's legs...<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br/>location -- lower floor; gambling table</div>