Darcassan paled, glaring at Zaltarish. "You know exactly what happens every time someone tries to flirt with her. Do you think I want to end up as a dog? Wagging my tail on all fours? If you're so eager, you go."
A light green hair male laughed, "I, Kymil, have never been afraid of such a thing. It's only about waiting for the right opportunity. You can't possibly interrupt a woman while she's enjoying a chat with her friends, right? The best time is after you've helped them with something difficult."
Ores shook his head, sneering. "How is that any different from being a dog wagging their tail? Knowing Mithrandir's manifestation, what male would dare have thoughts on her? You'd immediately become a slave to your desires and follow her around like a puppy. Do you want your elders to have to ask the Norville family for mercy again, Kymil?"
