"By no means are we advocating for violence, Sir Rizzio."
Manager Dezlo folded one hand over the other with a light bow of his head, keeping his gaze tilted up at the finger-flipping goblin.
"We simply wish to invite you to see our wares with some tea already prepared. We've also picked out a few specimens in particular that we believe shall suit your taste."
Rizz responded by smacking his lips together, suction cleaning the top of his tongue each time he opened his mouth.
"Ewww… Sorry, slavery ain't my kink. If I wanted a girl, the Rizz would be enough. But if I ever want to spice up the bedroom, I'll keep you in mind."
The goblin dropped his hands but kept walking backward with his entourage in tow.
Dezlo kept his smile warm despite the goblin's unusual refusal. He showed why his status was that of manager, holding up much better than Folko behind him.
