"Oh yes, I've no difficulty imagining," he huffed, thinking back to only a while ago, when she had been digging her nails hard into his skin. "And true, we dwarves are quite sturdy, but we still don't heal as quick or easily as you do."

Which is to say, were he to get in the middle of something like that, he could very well leave with a few cuts and bruises that would last to tell the tale for a while.

"We don't, no." Chocolate and coffee, two big novelties for him. Well, and champagne. And ice cream. Can't forget the mozzarella sticks either. Basically, just... a lot of things. Curiosity peaked, he walked over to where she was, very much resisting the urge to touch up her thighs and over her ass when she stretched like that, and when she showed him the bottle, he reached to take it, uncapping it and sniffing a bit. "Rest assured... Should I ever meet your mother, I will not breathe a word of it." Smiling, he tipped his head back and squirted a generous amount of the chocolate into his mouth.