"Yes, certainly, i could lead you back right at the... Oh... Oh, oh<em>dear</em>" Tluian winces as Thorne starts stroking the Goblin's dick. The elf is clearly having a train-wreck moment; it's too horrible to look away. Finally he does pull his eyes away, giving the others in the group a total<em>wtf</em>look. Only to find out that those two are twirling htir tongues together. no train-reck<em>there</em>for sure. the elf gave the two a small smile, then rubbed the back of his neck.<br/><br/>"So ah, miss, when you're done pumping the prisoner for... when you're done manhandle... when you<em>finish the task at hand...</em>oh,<em>shit</em>, I'm saying i'll tell you how to gt there from here, though..."<br/><br/><em>though telling directions to someone who thinks wanking a goblin is plan A is probably wasted effort...</em><br/><br/>"though as I say, I have some belongigns in their possession as well, and it... strikes me you could use a hand. I mean a coc...<em>competent</em>master of the arcane."<br/><br/>he huffs.<br/><br/>"Could you please put that thing away now? it's going to give you a<em>dreadful</em>rash, I just know it."