Raffey smiled at her, listening to her words of things he didn't know. He'd heard of drow, was fairly sure he'd met some in Ebonfort, but they simply didn't exist in the deserts. He wondered why that was. When she mentioned some place called the Gem Deeps, he was mildly interested at first. Gems were pretty, women loved them, one needed gems to get the high class women to sleep with them. Well sometimes. Sometimes they enjoyed slumming it with the dirty drunk. And the fact that there were giant spiders, and probably other large insects there enticed him. Large gems were nice, but large bugs were nicer. Their carapace often made better armor and weapons than metal. Lighter, stronger, naturally curved, weather resistant. And spider silk robes fetched a fortune in the bazaars back home.

He smirked at her flirting, it was so constant, that it clearly was second nature for her. Never ceasing, and Raffey had to admit, he enjoyed the chase, even if he didn't wish to be caught right now. Listening to her further flirt, with her enjoyment of the heat made him smirk. Very few non-natives came to the deserts, and those that did either left quite quickly or died. It was a very harsh place. But he suspected that Drache might be able to survive, if he were there to guide her. The problem was that he knew of his strengths in the land, but not of her weaknesses. 

Huh, a city of dragons and dwarves. An interesting combination to say the least, and again, neither existed in the deserts. He remembered seeing mountains as he'd traveled north out of the deserts, but wasn't sure if he'd seen this Pyresia or not. And she was a dragonkin, a half human, half dragon. Most interesting. So dragons had the camouflage to disguise themselves as others. That was very good to know. Monster hunting was his primary profession, but sometimes that led to bounty hunting too.

At her sighing, her self-degradation, Raffey smiled. [b][color=fff79a]"Een Ahreec, we have ah wurd. Svechwau. Ah Svechwau ees yah."[/color][/b] Nodding at her, [color=fff79a][b]"Eet mean 'Bes' of both deser's.' Dat ees yah."[/b][/color]
  
He wondered if she was sad about not being able to make children. Raffey didn't have any of his own, that he knew about at least. But it never occurred to him if he could do it or not. Then she asked him to speak in his native tongue, rolling her own language, similar to the snakewalkers back home. He smiled at her and obliged.

His language was deep and guttural, smooth, velvety, sounding much more natural coming from him. It was similar to her own. His r's were rolled, his z's and s's slithering, his o's like something hot in his mouth, every sentence dripping off his tongue sensually. [i][color=fff79a]"Drache, Svechwau of fire and air. A woman that flattens dunes and scares Kavinog. The Ruby of Pyresia." [/color][/i]Drache would be able to pick out her name and Pyresia, as well as Svechwau. The way he said her name in his native tongue was much nicer in his own opinion. Drrrahkuh. Peeressssya.

Speaking his own language relaxed him, smiling genuinely now. [color=fff79a][b]"Drrrahkuh, Ah take yah dere one dah."[/b][/color]