He watched the display of the slowly descending, overly small bathrobe, a smile on his face until it caught on her massive nipples. He had been having some of the wine as well, but had had more of the heartier foods, and less wine, than Shade, so was clearly not as effected. "I didn't have much to work with, to be honest. Just your name and the room. I was not aware you weren't human until I got into the room."<br/><br/>He paused to take a quick bite, before continuing. "As for what I expected, certainly not someone that had been so effected by the curse. What I did remember was a slight, wiry male. Not a paragon to female fertility."<br/><br/>He shifted slightly, adjusting himself, his eyes narrowing for a second before he slid his chair closer to hers. "You appear to be having a wardrobe malfunction. May I assist you with that?"<br/><br/>He did not bother waiting for Shade to answer, instead reaching over and firmly tearing the robe open. His eyes devour your considerable cleavage as they bounce free of the ruined robe.<br/><br/>However, you sense that, despite the alcohol flooding your system, he is lying about something, and is not being entirely honest.