Ooh. [Yeah, he's practically purring now, a delightful little shiver running down his spine and through his shoulders. Out there? A third hand? Gods, that must be. Exciting. For various things. You know, like... cooking.]

That is very impressive, my dear.

[Nothing like his plants; her control over it is absolute, as far as he can tell. And delicate where it needs to be. Not a pulling of his hair, but a combing through it. Down his neck. Even with the distinct feeling of nails.

He begins leaning into her, attempting to return the touch at her thighs but knowing it was not near as good. A point to her, for sure.]

I -- [And there's the sore point. Thanks to his friend, he did not, in fact, see the dragon. Not the dragon as a dragon, only as a man. At least the dwarves were verbose with their descriptions.] He was quite large, for sure. But due to hunting and foolhardy knights, they dragons are a rare species. It's sad, really.

[He has no idea what on earth a giraffe is, but the mention of an elephant makes his brows raise.] You've seen an elephant? My, that must have been amazing itself! I've only heard tales of them from the far south. I saw a mammoth tusk once, though. On the hull of a ship.