Lyrio playfully gasped an 'oof' when Shayla bounced herself onto his lap, like an aging father teasing his growing little girl. Fooling around with local lads was one thing, but a man maybe three times her age? Scandalous! But the merchant seemed<em>too</em>used to such nubile affection, and comfortably put a gentle, reassuring hand on her knee before teasing his way up her leg.<br/><br/>"Really? A paladin you say~?" mused the older man, who pretended not to notice what he was doing as another hand cupped the bit of ass hanging off his lap and cradling her against him. "I only caught a glimpse last night, but she does seem quite the beauty. So that's why it's a 'temple,' I see!"<br/><br/>Meanwhile the other hand working up her leg took a detour between her thighs, and again he was teasing her crotch like it was the most natural thing in the world. He teased her tight lips, sawing a fingertip along her mound just waiting for Shayla to open up and flower for him, ready with sweet nectar. "Good business, this place?" he sighed quietly, cooing into her ear as if waiting for more before he'd reward her with something nice.<br/><br/>Just then a knock came at the door. Arisa's voice faintly called out a morning wake up notice before her and her footsteps moved on to the other rooms on the floor. Lyrio hadn't stopped, and even managed to pop one of his fingers into her hungry pussy and chuckling quietly, wondering if Shayla was a big enough girl to keep her voice down.<br/><br/>"Is she married? She has to be, that one, right?" he asked, breathing against her cheek as he slowly pushed his finger in and out, churning and spreading her growing wetness. Very faintly they could hear the other guests start packing, stomping around getting themselves ready, and all the while Lyrio was getting comfortable in bed with a wench on his lap. "I hope you're not, at least. I just don't know how a poor, old man like me can compete with a strapping young stud a cute little thing like you could bag. It's<em>such</em>a trial just undoing my belt," he whined, like an old dog acting like a puppy.