<em>The small cleric, redder with embarassment than the ranger has ever seen anyone, averts her eyes again for a long moment, pointedly staring at the ground in front of them. Her lips open and close, and small murmurs and catches follow, but she seems at a loss for words, at least at first. Finally, though she shivers a little bit as her eyes brush once more over the half-celestial gnoll's manhood, she looks up, her first words to Celie are incredulous, amused.<br/><br/>"Territory?"<br/><br/>She giggles the smallest bit, but manages to compose herself again after a moment, still pointedly keeping her eyes on this strange, beautiful creature's face. She tries to start again, then pauses, a look of concentration on her face as she bites her lip.<br/><br/>"Well, no, not really. I mean, at least, Rhi hasn't. Alecto has, in a way, but, then... I'm not exactly sure I feel that way about her, and we've never done anything. And, well... there's... other stuff, other people that make it a bit more complicated, you know? And... no, not offended, exactly... just... well... surprised.  Not used to... well, I mean, Rhi obviously is pretty open, but that... sexual stuff... we don't exactly... you know... I could have sworn you were a girl, and well... I mean... your... erm... breasts are..."<br/><br/>The aasimar sighs in a little frustration.<br/><br/>"Well, they look very real is all, and, I mean, please don't take offense, but, that aside, you look very, well... feminine."<br/><br/>More than anything, she seems upset not over Celie, but her inability to convey her confusion in words.</em>