<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/t42uR11.jpg)</div><br/>Tehr was pleased when her expression changed, becoming slightly less guarded and more friendly.  He saw the duke and his daughter standing and heading back to the stairs at the back of the inn.  His eyes were locked on Rosalyn even as Kayna spoke about bloodying the nose of bandits.  Then just before she ascended the staircase she stopped and turned, flashing a smile at him before vanishing up the staircase.  His heart started racing and he pulled his eyes back to the orcish woman in front of him.  She smirked at him and she seemed to be excited.  Then she stretched her arms and leaned back, lifting her arms.  Tehr couldn't help but notice how it made her outfit snug nicely against her jade green breasts.  He wondered if his cock, stiffening inside his pants, was full enough to cause a noticeable bulge yet.  He was torn, by every definition, Kayna was exotic and sexy.  A strong powerful woman with a lean muscular body, and the way she was stretching her breasts towards him was a definite sign.<br/><br/>Then she watched him closely as she held out a bite of rabbit towards him.  Tehr grinned and leaned forwards, softly taking the rabbit from her fingers with his mouth.  As he drew back he let his lips kiss her finger tips wetly.  He chewed the rabbit, seasoned lightly but very tasty, as she mentioned a reason to celebrate.<br/><br/>"Certainly, a skilled warrior like yourself helping my family is a cause for celebration on my part as well."  He tipped his mead as she drank her ale, and he wondered how the booze was hitting her as several drops rolled down her face to land on her exposed cleavage.  Tehr reached out with one hand, stopping a few inches from her breast, and waited to see if she'd withdraw from his touch.  If she didn't flinch away he'd slide two fingers across the spilled ale on her breast and then lick his fingers smiling.  If she did flinch back or withdraw, he would instead just point and say, "you've spilled a bit miss Kayna."   But... and this was what Tehr was hoping for if he was reading her body language, if she instead leaned forwards into Tehr's touch, he'd instead cup her breast with his hand, and lightly rub the drop of ale away with the tip of his thumb.... making sure to use the flesh part of his palm to rub her nipple as he did so.<br/><br/>"Do you have any suggestions for a proper way to celebrate such mutual good news?"  He'd ask regardless of which of the three actions he chose in regards to her spilled ale.