Maria's cheeks only grow darker- seriously, where the hell did this blushing thing come from- at the elf's teasing; in part because of the flame in her belly, and in part because of a certain memory from inside the fallen fortress. She's a bit surprised to find out that the elf's "suggestion" isn't without its own, slight appeal.<br/><br/>"I... think that might be just a lil' bit forward." Maria bites her lower lip and shifts again in the chair, but she listens carefully as she can to the rest of what the mages have to say. Unfortunately, 'what they have to say' isn't exactly very heartening. If the Elfie is to be believed, she's either going to have to get used to the erosion of her inhibitions, or not draw upon the power of the shards. And one of the two is likely to be impossible as she continues hunting down the rest of the Starstone.<br/><br/>"W-well... I suppose there are worse downsides ta magic items out there." The monk chuckles anxiously and runs a hand through her hair, trying to figure out how to handle not just this libido spike, but others. The more she relied on the shards, the more her desire to let loose seemed to grow. "At least it ain' takin' from my life expectancy or nothin' like that. I, ah... might ask ta borrow a room for a minute, though..."