
R'elend takes the paper, before searching through a thick leather logbook.
"Happy? I'll have to clean the skank off after you leave, more than like." He doesn't look up as he runs his finger over a series of names, "Or the next person who does so e'll get the rot."
He looks up with a smirk, "Sorry luv, believe it or not your kind doesn't do much for me." He spins the book around on the desk, "Sign for your reward, Lass." He tilts his head with a smirk, "May'haps the next Man who you shove your tits 'at will appreciate it more."
"Happy? I'll have to clean the skank off after you leave, more than like." He doesn't look up as he runs his finger over a series of names, "Or the next person who does so e'll get the rot."
He looks up with a smirk, "Sorry luv, believe it or not your kind doesn't do much for me." He spins the book around on the desk, "Sign for your reward, Lass." He tilts his head with a smirk, "May'haps the next Man who you shove your tits 'at will appreciate it more."