"Your imagination is limited by your aprehension, Viloet. You let your stature limit your confidence and in turn, your ability to manipulate others. You<em>reek</em>of sensuality that others are drawn to and you can endure superhuman quantities of sex. Learn to harness that, and you can move mountains. Or more importantly, have others move them for you." She cast her glance aside, sorting out what should and should not be said, how much... "And there are other deities, yes. I believe most of the gods with rape in their portfolio have horns... though the one of pure lust is nothing<em>but</em>tentacles!<br/><br/>"Bu~uut, I make it a point to get to my chosen before they do. My blessing will protect you from their influence and essentially mark you as claimed. You're already protected in a similar way against the mortal realm. Those life and death situations?" She smirked knowingly, having observed most of them. Good lord could this halfling drink! Enough to put even most dwarves to shame. "You weren't in any danger<strong>because</strong>you performed." Still, it usually nipped her in the butt. She shook a stiff finger in the air like a mother scolding a child. "Though it won't protect you from being stupid. If you kick an ogre in the junk<em>somehow,</em>you'd better do it with someone slower than you around to blame it on."