He nodded, and then riveted his attention on her chest. "Well, since you requested, I will obey. So... What were we talking about?"<br/><br/>He paused for a moment, before leaning back and laughing. "I was kidding. Though you do have good tastes when making your alternate form. Whether you tell or not is up to you."<br/><br/>He wasn't going to mention her lack of response to the fact that he had supposedly destroyed a plane, as she seemed to have either not heard or believed him. He drained his glass in one shot, before dismissing the remaining goblets, their contents returned to the decanter. He slipped the decanter into his robe, and stood up, offering Miha a hand up before heading out of the room. If there seemed to be nothing else to do, he gave his wives a nod and mental thought. Not likely to be much happening at the other temples. So would you like head back?<br/><br/>Neither women went back, and the remaining visits were about as interesting, though without the shapely elves thinking naughty thoughts, though Vorela was being mean with her thoughts, of publicly taking him on the main alter of the Brindol temple. He ignored her, and after dropping both of them off at the domain, he picked up Srakiss, and took her home. He dropped her off about a half mile from her village, and gave her a quick hug and a wink. "If you need me, call me. I will come running as soon as I can."<br/><br/>That done, he returned back to the domain, and went hunting for Tyra, wanting to see how she was doing, though Aviendha was also checked with to see what he was expected of for the party. The night was spent with Tyra, and the next morning he was ready for the party. He collected Aviendha, made sure he was ready for rock or roll, and then transported both of them to the indicated location. "So, how long do these things normally last?"