Pillow Talk

Korr takes a moment to relax after finishing inside the witch. When he eventually turns to her, he is surprised to see the burning stick in her mouth.

"What is that?"

"Tobacco," the witch answers.

"No, I know that, I can smell it. But why is it so... small?"

She turns to him and arches an eyebrow.

"You're not using a pipe?"

"No. The leaves are rolled up in paper." She takes the cigarette out of her mouth, puffs out a grey cloud, then hands him the stick. "Wanna try?"

He laughs at the silliness of the tiny tobacco stick, but his curiosity wins and he grabs the cigarette. It looks tiny in his massive green jaw, and Stella can't help but imagine his huge mouth between her legs. His tongue must be enormous, she thinks.

"So, you like?" She asks after turning her head forward.

"It's surprisingly good! I assume this also contains quality tobacco?"

"Halfling-grown."

He whistle. "I've heard rumors, but... I never thought I would one day get to taste actual halfling leaves."

"You'll discover a lot more fancy stuff if you stay by my side."

Now it is his time to arch an eyebrow. "You're saying this as if the choice was up to me."

"In a way, it is. If you displease me, I might decide to send you back to the King. A lot of soldiers were clamoring for your execution when you were brought in."

"And why wasn't I executed?"

"Because I personally asked to keep you."

Korr doesn't respond, but he does hand her back the cigarette. When she looks at him, she can almost see the cogs turning in his eye. He is analyzing his situation, calculating possible outcomes, and trying to figure out her intentions.

The orc's mind is just as sharp as the axes he wield. Maybe she should tamper with it a little... if anything, for the Kingdom's sake.