The halfling winced at the sight, already quite afraid of liches and demons and other sorts of big meanies. Even if it was an illusion, a dream, she felt a pang of fear strike as the paladin fought. The halfling sighed, "It looks like I'm not going to get anywhere like this..."<br/><br/>"Alright... FINE!" She screamed (as much as one with her lung capacity can scream) and sat up, crossing her arms, "If this is my 'destiny', then who is little Viloet Hornblower to deny it!? You can<strong>make</strong>me do whatever, but you can't make me<em>enjoy</em>it... I think."<br/><br/>She snoodily turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. In truth, this was perhaps the best thing she could have ever wanted. When was the last time she had truly<em>enjoyed</em>sex? Sure, even on her fifth or sixth sweaty, screaming, body-slamming climax that<em>one</em>time... it was more of an annoyance than anything else really. She had places to be, things to do! Things, not people. That one wild night of passion- well, it was more mid-morning, really. That one wild mid-morning of passion wasn't worth losing her job over. She hadn't eaten for days afterwards... And they promised to write her, which they never did.<br/><br/>A lifetimes of sex and carnal bliss was better suited to Grishka's tastes. Vilo had already had enough 'carnal bliss' for at least six lifetimes, maybe seven. She sighed, resigned, "What will you have me do then?"