The God of Choice sighed, before kissing his elf. "Explains why you are barely any better than me at my best. I mean worst."<br/><br/>He gave her a cheeky grin, before apparently dissolving his armor, leaving him sitting under her on the bed. Though if anyone had been paying attention to his protests about fertility buildup, they might realize he wouldn't risk getting his companions, mates, wives, and friends pregnant, not now and without their express permission.<br/><br/>The shadow clone would take care of her needs, while he wandered around and basically amused himself.