"By the gods!"  Her shocked whisper seemed to echo around inside the cave, and Kahlil was certain she'd woken the sleeping male.  Once she'd spied what she thought might have been a strange weapon hidden in his pants and stepped closer, realization had set in about what exactly the large drow kept in his trousers.<br/><br/>Yes, she'd heard stories of the human males (the idea of one touching her was worse than the imagined touch of a drow male), but had never believed that such an appendage could truly exist.  Now, she began to doubt her own senses.  And the response she had was not in any way diluted with fear.  No, if anything, she seemed completely fascinated by the idea that the drow was better-endowed than any high elven male she'd taken a tumble with.<br/><br/>Of course, had she known he was awake, such a revelation would never have made itself known... not without a great deal of time and coaxing.  Nervous fingers tugged at the hem of her shirt, attempting to pull it down to cover her further and only managing to make it lay more tightly against her small, firm breasts, the nipples still erect from the cool bath.