<5> Quela let out a soft sigh. "I knew my mom would send [i]someone[/i] for me, so I wanted to be modest in case they were a creep." This prompted another gravelly laugh from the worgen. "Am I a creep?" "Tch, no," Quela scoffed. "It's not like you undressed in front of me or anything." "Fair, but does that make [i]you[/i] a creep for undressing in front of me?" Quela laughed much more heartily at this. "I didn't do it on [i]purpose[/i]." "Not even to level the playing field?" Nathan teased. "[i]No![/i]" she insisted, this time crossing her arms back over her chest bashfully. "I think it tore in the river, that's all. I know you've been staring though, don't lie." Nathan swallowed hard and looked her dead in the eye, stone-faced. "Well, under normal circumstances I wouldn't have dared, but since you were staring first, I thought it was fine." The flush of her face doubled at this, and even as he said it, she dared to steal another glimpse of the worgen's half-erect manhood. "Well... I mean, yeah, it's kinda just right there." "So is it wrong of me to stare?" he persisted earnestly. Quela hesitated for a moment before she replied. "I guess it's no big deal." "I have nothing to hide," Nathan agreed with a shrug. "If it bothers you, you might want to wait outside." The night elf rolled her sparkling white eyes. "I can handle being around a naked man." "Oh? I'm not a beast anymore?" Nathan retorted, but any displeasure had left his tone of voice. A sad look crossed her face at this. "Sorry, again. I... you're definitely not a beast." "Thank you," Nathan added sincerely. "I mean, I can [i]act[/i] like one sometimes, but not out of loss of control." "Is that right?" Quela returned, as if skeptical. "Never been in a situation where you just couldn't hold yourself back?" Nathan shook his canine head. "I pride myself on maintaining my self-control, particularly when others characterize me as a beast." "Hmmh," was all she said as she slowly rose from her seat, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her loincloth, and slowly peeled the wet fabric down her thighs as she bent over at the waist. Quela was certain his eyes were fixed upon her as she stared down at the floor, then slowly she uprighted herself, her naked body now on full display before resuming her seat and recrossing her legs. The fleeting gesture had offered Nathan only the most fleeting glimpse of a tangle of deep blue curls that shrouded her nethers, only to hide them once more with her pose. "Then I guess it couldn't hurt to level the playing field." The worgen swallowed hard and reflexively squeezed his thighs together, but even the most fleeting glimpse of the elf woman's treasure was enough to draw forth what remained of his manhood. The girth of his canine shaft grew even thicker with each inch that showed itself, until suddenly it narrowed for barely a quarter of an inch, then bulged outward in the form of a deflated knot, covered in dark veins. Of course, to recross his legs would be to betray his claim of being immodest. "Not at all," he agreed, biting back the nervous twitch in his voice. Quela's sharp-eyed gaze studied both Nathan and his exposed, throbbing manhood intently. She was certain he'd had no ill intent with his disrobing, but in their current state, she couldn't deny the intensity of her curiosity about what was staring her right in the face. She barely knew him, but she was certain Nathan was speaking earnestly, and she felt very safe in front of him despite how exposed she was. But at the same time, a dark part of her dearly wanted to see how far she could push him. An impish smile crossed her face as she commanded his gaze with her own. "Nathan... do I make you uncomfortable?" This caught the worgen off guard. "Not one bit," he replied without hesitation. "Frankly, even with the rough start, you've been fun to chat with." "Just chatting?" she asked, feigning pain in her tone of voice. "Nothing else catches your eye?" As she spoke, the night elf uncrossed her legs slowly, mirroring his spread-legged pose to grant him a much more generous glimpse of her hair-laden treasure for three agonizing seconds. And with a swipe of her leg, they were once more crossed in the opposite manner. Nathan cleared his throat, biting back the urge to pant like a dog in his worgen form. "Quela, your [i]mother[/i] assigned me to this post. I don't believe nudity is inherently sexual, and if I engaged in impropriety-" The worgen's words failed him as Quela uncrossed her legs again, but this time she gracefully leaned forward off the chair and dropped to her knees in front of him. "I agree, Nathan, it's not. But don't go feeding me excuses now," she retorted with a laugh as she shuffled closer to him. "Maybe you're not used to it, but I know tons of night elves who pass the time together on patrol or scouting missions. It's totally natural, I promise." "Is it?" he returned, but did not move an inch as the night elf's hand raised. "Have you... have you done this before?" Quela hadn't prepared herself for that question and flinched visibly. "Well, um, you see-" The worgen's orange eyes narrowed. "Have you even been with a mate before?" "I have!" she cocked back more sternly. "Several, thank you! I told you I've had lots of fun in Stormwind before." "But not on the job," he persisted. "And not with a worgen." Her gaze fixed itself upon his erect manhood and swallowed hard. "Not exactly, no." Nathan's muscular chest rose and fell with a nervous breath. "So if I am complicit in this, how much trouble will I be in?"