The halfling smiles and returns your kiss happily, throwing slender arms around your neck and settling in nice and comfortable against your torso. For several long, pleasant moments, there is no sound but the crackling of the cooking-fire and the increasingly heated breaths of the little red-headed woman in your lap... until finally, regretfully, the captain pulls away.<br/><br/>"Hm. Well, I'm glad you chose to stay one last night." Sharille smiles again, and delicate fingers reach out to brush hair back from your brow. "And if I have my way, you're definitely going to be looking forward to the next time your travels bring you to Sunwell..."<br/><br/>With a pleasant, flippant smirk, the little halfling twists against your hips with that ever-present fluidity and grace. The result is a very pleasant friction... and an even more pleasant flash of flesh as the little woman bounds into the air, landing on her feet almost a yard away from your chair and sashaying out the door.<br/><br/>"Come on, Elf. Lets go check on dinner while you fantasize about dessert."