Viloet shuffled a bit nervously at her companion's rather lurid stares but gave her an approving smile. For some reason, it was different when a woman was eying her up and down. Maybe a woman looking upon her without disdain and contempt was just as refreshing a change as a man who wasn't interested in peeping down the halfling's cleavage.<br/><br/>"An Ogre!? Oh my..." Viloet paled at the image of such a beast being under that spell, though she couldn't suppress a giggle.<br/><br/>"Well..." She replied, speaking of Terrance, "Then I guess you could say then that the Gods have blessed him in the same way that they have blessed me, strange sort of beings that they are. I guess I can understand why he doesn't mind making so much of a mess when he can merely have you clean it up afterwards... but a warning would have been nice."<br/><br/>She sighed, narrowing her eyes. They never warned her.