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[So, let's say this is the day before we all get hired as adventurers and hit on by bards.

Which is to say, it's a fairly normal evening wherein Shirin has killed something for dinner and brought it back to wherever they're sleeping, even if that somewhere is an inn, because habits die hard. Surely bothering the surly elf will just get you some rabbit stew and not an arrow in the knee?]

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I've little reason to. They speak of my father's work with the elven kingdoms much the same way, it is something that you learn to ignore.

[He does not care in the slightest, in the other words. And now... now he can get rid of these knee-high boots and this heavy coat so the world is a little better.]

Just thought I'd check. [Well, if he's getting rid of heavy, constrictive clothing, so is she.

The fact she wears what's essentially a semi-transparent sports bra and bootyshorts when she's out of armor makes perfect sense for someone from the more arid regions of the Elflands, but may still be faintly alarming.]

You don't actually have to take the floor, you know. Honestly, with all the cushions in here I may be able to make a second bed.

I insist, though, that the lady should take the bed.

[His eyes did widen for a moment but being mostly dead means he is relatively pale and blood doesn't flow much unless he wants it to, so he's not blushing. He will, on the other hand, be shedding his own shirt and working on that tight pair of pants.]

Well, I'm not a lady, by any traditional measure, so there's no problem there~

[...She may have actually stopped to watch him strip. :3]

[He'll stop for a moment, when he realizes that she's watching him, and that gets him to blush.]

So I am seeing!

[Laughing!]

Oh, don't you fret for your virtue. You'd have to be interested to be in any danger from me.

It is not my virtue, I have a fair experience in that regard... I'm just not used to someone staring so openly.

I don't have the patience to be subtle. The coy cat-and-mouse shit so common among the outer settlements..I don't think it really gets the results they want.

But, joking about that adorable blush of yours aside, I do mean it. Stare as I might, there'll be nothin' more to it without your lordly interest.

[She may not realize it's a little unfair for her to say that, because let's be real, 16 charisma is still pretty unfairly hot.]

You value your self so little that you would say that in all earnesty while standing nearly naked before me? Of course, it is the only time you recall your manners as well, I see...

...Well, as far as elves' go I'm really nothing special, but it isn't what I mean. Interest goes a little farther than eyecandy, doesn't it?

[Shrugging.] You technically have no jurisdiction or power over me, and I'm not a Guide for my diplomatic prowess, let's just say that much.

...For someone who hates the back-and-forth as much as you claim, you just spoke in a circle. Please, speak a bit more plainly on this matter, or I am going to sleep.

I'm saying, you don't seem like the type of guy who'd fuck someone only because they're hot. And to be honest, if you were, I wouldn't be half-naked in your room right now.

I'm not going to push the issue--you people look at sex differently than I'm used to, I'm not sure where the boundary is. That's all.

I believe I understand now.

[Striding over to her and gently grasping her chin.]

If you wish to have sex, then yes, I would be more than willing to entertain the idea. If you want something more...

[He'll just lean in and lick along one of her ears; all the better murmur in it.]

Then I believe you need to be clear about that.

Ggghffff--!

[Given that incredible full-body twitch, elf ears may in fact be really sensitive, give her a second here. He may take that second to wonder how the hell she got them pierced if they're that sensitive.]

Something more...? I was saying you had to have more than just a nice body to get down, but why don't we just see where this goes?

And that is the price of not being clear, Shirin...

[He likes that reaction. He's going to try it again - and see how that ass feels when it's out of all that armor.]

Aa--aaha, I think...you may have been...deliberately dense, Konstantin.

[Well, she do, in fact, got the booty. Hot damn do she got the booty. Of course, now that she's done shuddering, she's just...going to casually lick up his neck.]

[Which gets a long, hard shudder out of him - turns out he's kind of sensitive to body warmth like that, being half-dead. But he's responding by giving her ass a pinch and the checking to see how much of that other talent is part of her bra with the other hand.]

Ah, so I see....

[A little of it is bra, but it's not deliberately padded any more than what would make armor a little more comfortable.

Also, she's dragging her hands down his chest to see how he reacts to that body heat.]

[He may have accidentally honked her boob when he locked up and hissed through his teeth at that. But strangely enough she'll feel a sudden flush of warmth to his touch - apparently he can force his blood to flow and body to behave a bit more normally, with concentration.]

[She squeaks and kind of chuckles--before getting her hands on his hips to yank him closer.]

Don't force it more than you have to...If you still have the focus for details when I'm done with you, I'll take it as a personal failure, you know?

[Annnd now is the time where we kiss the dhampir!]

[It's kind of like kissing a really pretty sink garbage disposal if she's wreckless about it, but he's trying to make sure she doesn't cut her tongue on his fangs? If anything it makes him have to be a little sweet about it. This is an amusing counterpoint to the fact that he's pretty clearly still groping her rather roughly.]

[Look, there are some intricasies to dhampir/elf sex they're just gonna have to figure out as they go. The groping is clearly getting her more than a little fired up, if her hand suddenly working it's way into his pants is any indication.

Look, she's a sniper, she's used to going right for the kill.]

I-I thought elves were patient....

[Well they might be leather pants, but they come untied fairly quickly and, well, something something divine right of kings.

If she's going for the kill, he sees no reason for that hand on her booty to remain outside those shorts... or to see if he can't get a nipple through the bra.]

Only when we need to be...[Oh, he's getting a shudder and a groan out of her, but hey, if he's got some manifest destiny going on down here, she's gonna be checking that out very thoroughly.]

I-I'm seeing as much...

[We're just saying, as she is finding out, his Magna Carta has every single ratification and charter. And he is going to have a hard time standing if she keeps that up. Since teasing her isn't slowing her down, he's going for her ears with his tongue, to try to keep this a little more even.]

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