The feel of her tight grasp had the orc lad trembling slightly and staring at her with open desire in his eyes, but her words seemed to catch on to him and make him pause to think again, though her hips bucking and squeeze did make him continue to rub his finger to her folds better, before she began her pull away with the challenging words. He seemed to frown at that though, and pulled his finger out of her slit's grasp, the hand swatting her rump hard enouh to leave a mark for a little while.<br/><br/>"There ain't no orc that is as asnively coward as those little goblins are! You say that again and you wont be as pretty." He said this seriously, though complimenting her in his own crude fashion at the same time. "Hmmh, you shaking that when I came, looking that way, I think some boys would have been out of their pants and in you already. But if you like wrestling..." He grinned, letting go of her and backing off a bit, seeming easy to goad into action.<br/><br/>Standing up, he pulled his shirt off, exposing that firm chest, and though his skin was green, the muscles on his form showed. He might not be built like a barbarian man of muscle, but neither was he in a bad shape by any means. Stronger than the farmers that worked the fields for hours upon hours each day, the orc's body was shaped for war, tough and firm. A blue tattoo of a hand was pressed on the left side of his chest, but beyond that, his body seemed to be without markings.<br/><br/>"Like that?!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Druk the Orc got up and gave her some 5 feet of space between them now, and the time he took to take off his shirt, I'd say that's one round action but he focused on that and getting up, leaving his club on the floor near her as it happens.</div></div>