Whatever was said, the ethereal blonde flushed something fierce and immediately began staring down into her mug as if it held lava. Such regular patronage had given the barman more chances than he could count to familiarize himself with their various predilections on everything from mead and music to mates. Anal sex Her companion, though, seemed all too ready to defend her position, holding up one hand and ticking off her many grudges finger by finger. “Enough already,” she groaned, a warning look in her eyes, “will you just finish your drinks so we can go?”
“Have we decided, then?” the blonde newcomer across the table asked in an irresistibly smoky voice. For emphasis he rapped his knuckles on the bald head of his nearer friend. “Ha! Few beasts indeed were like to inspire as much loathing in an adventurer as the werewolf, there was just something about the prospect of having one’s mind and body warped into that of a sworn enemy which gave even the bravest of souls pause.
