She laughs, pressing her breasts forward to envelop him; quite a bit larger than she used with other mortals, knowing where his tastes ran. "Hello, then," she says, wrapping her arms behind his head to hold him there, as Nadriina eagerly laps up his nectar, moaning in delight herself, trembling slightly, drawing away as he finishes, sliding up their mess of bodies to embrace Vorela from behind. "I didn't take you for a lover of women, dragon," she comments, tracing her fingers over the other's scales, curious, giving a little, surprised moan, as her tail starts rubbing against the drow. "I love all kinds... might want to ask Aviendha, as well, though she's almost as shy about it as you are." "I am not... shy, merely... reserved."