[center][b] Das the Conqueror of Cleavage[/b][/center]
[center][i]Hey, it’s Das, not me. - Goldeagle on Das[/i][/center]

	“Well if you insist on it helping you,” Das surrendered. He blinked, and that was as close to hesitation his mind seemed to get to with most things. If sexuality was on his mind or not was blurry and undefined. As a Kafshe he felt little shame and no hesitation, but he also as a man of experience, he knew compassion and sympathy. He lifted his hands, and perhaps then it was a little bit of both sides of the coin. 

	He exhaled and laid both palms gently on the woman’s chest, managing to maintain the usual vulpine smile that graced his cheeks.