The halfling put her finger up to her lip as they walked, pondering further on the issue. She scrunched her lip up and turned a scrutinizing eye upon Grishka as she spoke about her... boundaries. That was merely a favor, completely unrelated to her employment! Yes indeed, she was not a thing to be sold and purchased. With that reassurance, she distracted herself from being too angry with Grishka before she complimented her.<br/><br/>Scrumptious? That was a new one! Maybe she<em>wasn't</em>another jealous wench fearing that the halfling would just steal away their lovers... That only happened twice, and both times it was all a misunderstanding! Scrumptious. 'Wait.' She thought, narrowing her eyes and lifting an eyebrow, 'I think a worg once called me that...'<br/><br/>She shook away her whimsy, returning her attention to the woman. "Ah. Well..." She began, looking down at her chest as it swayed even while she merely walked, "I think it's gotten me into more trouble than it's worth. It's like 'I know my face is down here, but it ain't<em>that</em>low, am I right"?<br/><br/>She laughed then, more to herself than anyone else, and realized that Grishka probably doesn't have to deal with that. Huh. The halfling blinked a few times and smiled as the maid went on. Visibly, she had made a few gears in Viloet's head start to crank as she began to describe her unique talents.<br/><br/>Well after any man, huh?<br/><br/>The halfling almost blushed at the thought. When was the last time? ...Hmm. It<em>had</em>been awhile. Most men weren't in it for Viloet's fulfillment, but it was worse when they<em>were</em>. Despite their best efforts, she was always left feeling like something was missing from the whole encounter. Oh, sure it felt great and all, but more often than not it was left up to the halfling herself to finish the job, and there was only so much her little fingers could do before she risked her hand cramping up.<br/><br/>...It wasn't like Grishka was actually summoning anything, it was all her own power. So that was, like, no different than pleasuring herself. Just much more... effectively than otherwise.<br/><br/>"Terrance said you could only sustain it for a few minutes, though." She curiously pointed out, betraying a hint of her interest in the subject, "Oh." She suddenly remarked, blinking and tilting her head, "so Terrance was- Erm. Did you... enchant him before we, uh, spoke? I mean, I'm no expert on humans but he practically drowned me!"<br/><br/>She heard her voice raise at that, then looked around the streets to see if anyone noticed. Huh, now she suddenly realized why that sellsword at the bulletin board gave her that look.