The gnome listens to everything you have to say, and sits silent for a moment... and then her laugh, bright and sunny as the day outside, breaks the silence. She rests her head against your shoulder as she lets her mirth take its course, and is still grinning mischievously as she straightens.<br/><br/>"I am s-orry, Lis. I didn't m-ean to be rude." The gnome's hand reaches up to cup your cheek again, and she smiles up at you. You notice that the green in her hair and eyes seems to be more vibrant than it was a moment ago. "I ju-st find it a bit funny to hear a human asking a gnome to accept their facets and flaws. Generally,<em>we</em>are considered the flawed ones..."<br/><br/>Her mirth subsided, the gnome wraps her legs around your waist and hugs you tightly for a moment before continuing.<br/><br/>"N-ow. As to your likelihood to share your bed with o-ther women, I would say that I c-an live with that, though it is only fair that the option be open for both. And I am well a-ware of the nature of adventuring, so I can say that is no problem as well." As she talks, the gnome ticks each piece of the list with a finger against your shoulder. "So, if th-ose are the only problems you can think of, then I would almost demand that you keep coming back to me..."<br/><br/>She smiles and sits back, looking at you somewhat expectantly as she adds her last little addendum on.<br/><br/>"Oh, and as to the lifetimes... J-ust how long do you think gnomes live? I'm already 75..."