Inappropriate jokes

After what had happened earlier today with Grok, I was sore. It was a bit tough to stay still on one spot so I kept readjusting myself. The dwarf sitting next to me noticed that.

“Aye, laddie. Did yon orc give ye the old banger?”
“Sorry, what?”
“The old sausage, laddie. The twa of ye took yer time!”
“What? No, he... he didn’t give me any sausage!”, I said, blushing.
“Laddie, ye cannae sit still. Who’re ye try’n ta fool?”
“I’m not fooling anyone! He didn’t fuck me or anything, we just talked!”

The dwarf laughed.

“Relax laddie, it happens! Next time, be careful. The Venture Company likes tae play tricks on ye.”
“Thanks for the tip... I guess.”
“Nae worries. And if ye ever need a proper banger, just give me a shout. Name’s Baelog and Dwarven lasses nivver turn me doon, ye know!”

That dwarf was clearly tipsy. Did he really just offer me a fuck? What did I look like, a toyboy or something?

I quickly forgot about our conversation as we started singing and chanting different songs. Finally, a couple of hours later, we all went to bed.