The Sorceress took his face in both hands, bringing him on top of her.
"Men like you turn me on."
"Women like you turn me off." He let himself be touched and led, but his gaze remained cold as ice. "Don't try to mess with my mind. You're hot and stuff. I don't need you forcing these thoughts into my mind."
"You say that because another woman is on your mind."
"That is none of your business, High Priestess. I'm starting to think you're stalling me. You looked at my face, but you didn't answer what I asked. Fucking you might be delicious, I don't doubt it. But I didn't travel hundreds of kilometers for that."
"You did that to ask me who you are?" She glared at him mockingly.
"I couldn't imagine finding an answer like that with you. But for a moment I thought you might surprise me." Glax could only respond in kind.
