Laughing amusedly at the time, Valen pat on her head with one hand, the other gently holding over Sharille's mound, not trying anything more than to just rest his hand warmly against her intimacy, gently hold her at that intimate place at the time, smiling at her words as he relaxed besides her. "Well I don't think we need to really go measuring. As long as its a size that makes you smile I think its good enough here." He winked. "But I cannot stay, I have a long road ahead of me I believe. Long way to go if I want to become a good, proper mage. Even if I use some questionable means." He looked at the halfling woman.<br/><br/>"Hmm, well now I do admit I would prefer some control over it... but that is going to be difficult I fear. Ah well. I cant say I'd mind having the experience of being in a woman's form at times, but I didn't expect to end up that way here, it caught me by surprise." He smiled at her and kissed her lips once.<br/><br/>"Of course, maybe I'll eventually 'go evil', build up a dark fortress.. kidnap you and chain you to my bed and do wicked things to you all day and night... forgetting all about other villainy, just so caught up ravishing you over and over." He teased, caressing her cheek as he pat her mound gently, hoping she didn't take his words too seriously.<br/><br/>He liked Sharille a good deal already. Yet he wasn't sure what the future would bring. He doubted he'd settle with one woman, he seemed to have too much of a lusty appetite for that at times, but neither did he want to lie about it. If he tried to settle down, he'd probably seek to gather a few like-minded individuals around him.