Zoroka thought Vashir was cute, hailing for a drink like that. She poured the hell fire into his empty cup. How unfortunate it was that the illithid could not get drunk. She pouted slightly but only for the briefest of moments. She envisioned moving in his lap so she could sit straddling and facing him. If Vashir read her mind at that moment, he'd get some interesting visuals, and likely reveal himself... one way or another. She smirked.
To Zig, she said, "So how did he come to be your adopted son? Pretty sure a stork didn't drop him on you."
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