"Pretty Please?"

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"Do you want me to get on my knees and beg Ja'Zree?Fine... here is me... on my knees... begging." the Dunmer assassin grinned as she knelt down in front of the Kha'jit mage.The cat raised one eyebrow at the unexpected jest or perhaps she was serious.Larkspur grinned and chimed in with, "Oh my lady, if only you would beg for me I could end my days of womanizing and having to find the comfort of a warm bed with a warmer wench in it every single night.It gets tedious."

Xal'Mathion shot him a warning glare past Ja'Zree and he held up his hands defensively. "Okay, okay.One day though! One day! Mark my words Xal, you will be begging for me."

"Psh! I'd rather beg for it from fur face here than you!" she sneered.

"I am afraid I am not interested in such.. things." Ja'Zree purred.

"Look, would you PLEASE carry a few things for me? Everyone else is loaded down." Xal turned her attention back to the cat-man.

With a reluctant sigh the mage nodded. "Fine. But if I am to be your pack mule I expect to get a much more fair deal on the treasure split next time."

Xal clapped and jumped back up to her feet and patted the Kha'jit on the shoulder roughly. "Deal! Thank you Ja'Zree. I changed my opinion of you!I thought you were just a one trick pony. Now I see you are a two trick tabby."

Ja'Zree groaned at the bad joke and shook his head."Smooth skins..."