Terrance had focused upon his meal a little less briefly than Viloet had. Between bites he very plainly explained that the uniforms were that way "for the fairer sex, atleast. I suspect yours will come with a reinforced chest. The tailor is also a wizard of sorts and will imbue the clothing with magic that keeps the weather out." One morsel was particularly scrumptous and savored in a pause. A hum vibrated in him as he eyed Viloet and imagined her in a fun-sized outfit. "You may be at a want for cover, but not comfort."<br/><br/>She had an eye for detail and she was enthusiastic, too! Terrance may have grossly misstated the halfling's worth, but he was not about to inform her of that. A bulge was steadily forming in his trousers, possibly from having eyed the real thing for too long. "I believe my bed will be more than adequate for the both of us, Viloet."<br/><br/>'Eager. Deffinately eager.' He thought to himself as he leaned forward to push the tray and food aside. He shifted in the couch, getting comfortable and presenting his lap as he unlatched his trousers. Six and a half inches of thick, veiny meat lay upon his thigh not quite at full attention. "How does now sound?"