Thread: Green-Skinned Ambition (spellThief x iridium248)

Part of Krozag did register the sigh, but for some reason, he seemed to coax a lot of those out of the bar maiden. Of course, he saw nothing in his own behavior that could cause anything like that, so he merely chalked it up to an Elvish thing. Not that he exactly knew many Elves, but 100 percent of them thus far conformed to his theory. With results like that, he could be one of the tinkers who loved blowing themselves up so much. Which was pretty much why Goblins with anything beyond the shaman magic they managed to gain control of were rarely, if ever seen. Mm, those lips of hers looked delicious curled up in a pout like that. It was too bad that he would see none of the benefit of selling anything to the sexy blue-nette. After all, even if she saw fit to leave a tip, one of the other serving girls would no doubt swipe it, if the girl didn't offer it directly to them instead of him. It was an underappreciated task, this was. He merely kept his unfettered grin as she echoed his statement, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Her cheeks were sweet, after all. Of course, there was always the possibility of her using her magic to swat him down a peg or two, but surely she wouldn't waste her magic on a target like him! Tolerance was good enough for the moment, anyway. She didn't have to love him, though if she only understood how devastatingly handsome and well-endowed he was compared to other goblins, she would certainly swoon. As for the peek down her top, well, whether or not it was intentional, it wasn't like the Goblin to allow an opportunity like that to go to waste. Gods, the body on this one. If he had his way, he would definitely get his hands on those . Not that, as a goblin, he was likely to ever get his way, but he could dream. Fortunately he didn't drool, though, as that probably wouldn't have done him any favors. He merely stood there, the perfect picture of professionalism, at least when not ogling her, waiting for her to decide. As you desire. He decided that a bow would be laying it on too thick. He had nothing with which to write her order down, but remembering small details was important when swiping things off of people, including making up for all of the tips and bonuses he never received, so remembering it to the back where the kitchen was wouldn't be a problem. He wasn't sure just how fine of wine they had, honestly, not often indulging himself and usually stuck cleaning rather than serving. For such a hearty meal, she didn't look to be packing any padding! His theory, not that he intended to share it, was that it all went to her chest, though the more reasonable conclusion was that her magic probably burned through most of the calories she consumed. Coming right up, cutie. Yup, this was why he wasn't allowed to interact with guests, as he turned and hopped down, adjusting his pantswhich suddenly felt far tighter and casually swaggering his way to the back. It was too bad he'd have to swipe something off of her later. Only way she'd give him anything, much as he'd love to seduce her. For now, though, he could content himself in making his way back to the kitchen, listing off the order. Fortunately, it didn't require much preparation, at least beyond the sausage, so he could loiter until Tialyn came back to deliver the meal, and he was stuck back cleaning. If he was lucky, some of that fine wine would end up soaking through Tialyn's dress, but that was probably a bit too much to hope for. At least the view had been nice while it lasted.