<em>Oh ho!</em>Ashlan mentalized gleefully. The humor of the wizard's thoughts was actually not particularly gloating or boastful, but rather more mischievous and curious - yet at the same time conveyed a sense of having 'practiced' such magic on sundry daughters of Waterdeep before. Yet never upon a lady quite like, well, Lady...<br/><br/><em>Do come here, m'Lady</em>," the wizard beckoned with hand as well as mind.<em>Who knows what degrading depredations a platoon of  pustulant Purple Dragon Knights might visit upon thee as its captive! Methinks a mite of...practice is in order. The others can watch the road well enough, oh yes, but you...you must be prepared in more ways! No sense in such a gambit if you'd simply crumple under their grabby gauntlets. For the sake of the mission, oh-ho yes, and for your own forging and...learning...!</em><br/><br/>Grinning lewdly, Ashran untied the front of his loose knee-length leggings, and hoisted his tunic up until it was folded around and tucked just under his armpits. Contours of ribs showed through his flat abdominals as he breathed deep and hard in giddy anticipation. Below that, he had shamelessly exposed himself, long ad hanging but swiftly rising and thickening as he stared at Lady.<em>Normally I would bid you go to your knees...but with your height, perhaps, elbows and knees is in order. Then, icy valkyrie, kiss it! Kiss, lick, and nuzzle as if you</em>worshipped<em> it as fervently as hose steel-shelled knights do their gaudy gods!</em><br/><br/>