"This disease is going to be dangerous Tannis, you knew it when you came along that you and the rest other than myself would be in danger from it, and could possibly be transformed by it. If it spreads by air, you're already infected, if it spreads by touch then it depends on what kind of touch transfers it, if merely skin to skin than just sitting at the table is a problem. Remember this catgirl is the bar wench,", as he roughly turns her around to face his traveling companions, his his flashing from her hair to wrap firmly around her throat not tight enough to choke her out but more than firm enough to leave the kitty wench no question that this tiefling could do it anytime he wanted to with little effort, "and is guaranteed to have been cleaning the tables herself."<br/><br/>Pulling the wench down on his lap, she can feel that he is aroused, as if the husky sound of his voice was not enough, the rod hidden behind his codpiece has become nestled between her finely formed firm buttocks, making giving her a very personal experience in confirming that this rod would be very uncomfortable for a normal human girl to handle, most certainly the female would walk with a stumbling gait if for nothing more than the girth that is now splitting the loaves of her ass even now.