"Mmm... well, if you stabled him outside the Merry Widow, I wouldn't worry. The drowess was quite intent on making a deal... she probably sweetened it by taking care of him. She's a very -aaah- savvy business woman." Her words are broken by a yawn, but Sharille doesn't seem to think twice about it. With a smirk, she taps the bed next to her. "And if you're looking for a nap, go ahead and get napping. Though I think it's only fair that I not be the only one baring flesh to the world..."<br/><br/>With a smirk, the little halfling woman rolls back onto her side and snuggles into the pillow, leaving room for you to scoot in behind her .<br/><br/>"And you should know after last night, Elf... if you want a woman to purr, you gotta pet something other than the head..."