The woman giggles at your words even as her body responds- quite pleasantly, at that- to your touch. Once you  have spoken, she turns and meets your lips with her for the briefest of moments, a gleam in her eye.<br/><br/>"Hmm... the "essence of man" and all the "stamina" you have this night, is it?" She says, grinning mischievously and letting the tips of her fingers play along the ridges of your spine. "So, then, should I put you to work splitting logs, Master Elf? Or perhaps digging latrines for the road-side... surely both would require "stamina," and one might argue that physical labor is the "essence of man.""<br/><br/>She smiles and leans in again, planting another quick kiss on your forehead.<br/><br/>"And such toil would certainly warm your chest up, would it not?" She laughs, and those fingers dance their way further down your spine. "But for some reason, I think this is not what you were thinking... Call it a hunch, as a reader of runes..."<br/><br/>All the while she speaks, her face slowly moves closer and closer to yours... until by the time she says "runes," her lips are less than a millimeter from yours, and her hot breath caresses your cheeks...