Kriv relaxed at her reassurance nothing intimate would occur. His head leaned back against his seating’s wooden back and it pressed hard into his scales. It wasn’t the most comfortable in the world, but it was much better than the hard, cold ground by far. He let the warmth from the meal sink in, feeling content at last, and listened to her words. When she seemed to change her mind, his mind locked in a half sleepy haze, his head jerked upright. Slowly, he noted her gaze and concluded she was talking about another patron instead.

A little breath escaped his lips until she brushed her foot against his leg. Usually such an action was ignored, but she managed to catch the inside of his calf and raise a little high for his comfort. He fought the jerking instinct raising to his attention. His muzzle clamped down and teeth gnashing at each other as he forced himself to remain still. The word room, instead of rooms, was almost missed in his distraction.   

His green eyes fixed on her with an expression that screamed disbelief, [color=orange] “You mean rooms right?”[/color]