Joe's eyes often lingered over Wilma frequently through their acquaintance.  She truly was a rare beauty, sensual, courageous and free.  And she did the most exquisite things with her lips.<br/><br/>When Joe rose to retire to his bed, he looked back over his shoulder at the magnificent Barr, normally grey eyes deep blue.  After a moment, though, the gnarled old paladin simply mumbled, "if only I were a hundred again."<br/><br/>When her soft little body bumped into his in the hall, the spry old paladin's back straightened and he felt a hundred again, if not younger.  He caught the girl easily and pulled her against him so she wouldn't fall, held her a moment longer than was strictly necessary in arms dense as old oak that still held power despite the ravages of a century and more of hard living.<br/><br/>He smiled again as she clung to him, realizing she hadn't rebounded off of him at all.<em>Stronger than she looks, this one, I like that.</em><br/><br/>His body tingled and warmed where her soft, hot body held against his.  Joe's eyes brightened to blue again, then began to grey over in lust and passion as she spoke.  "Of course."  His cheeks bronzed in delight.  "It would be my pleasure.  Do come this way."<br/><br/>He lead her into his chambers.  He wasn't the type of man to live in spartan chambers despite his wealth, but it was still recognizable as a the room of a warrior and a captain.  The walls were heavily adorned, with weapons, maps, and small portraits of adventuring companions--most long dead.  There was a small bookshelf and a number of leather bound chairs.  The bed was a heavy feather mattress, the sheets silk, and a real mirror above the dresser.  Simple scroll work adorned the heavy duty dresser.  His breastplate stood ready on a stand.  Everburning torches lit the room, easily covered by sconces.  A banked fire burned cheerily in the fire place, before a rug form the pelt of a dire lion.  A few small, tasteful hunting trophies could be found as well--a necklace of manticore spikes and a few well preserved dragon claws the size of her arm.<br/><br/>Joe lead her to a leather chair and gestured for her to sit.  He brushed Wilma's chestnut hair over the ear, then smiled, "Let me help you with those boots, Wilma.  We should be more comfortable for discussions like these."