"Maybe you're right," Korval says with a slow nod. "But it is not just your blood that makes you... special." He leans back in his chair, his eyes still burning with intensity as he waits for you to continue, his hand resting on top of yours where it lay on the tabletop.

"Ah yes," Korval rumbles, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Anything, human. Just name what pleasure you desire and it shall be yours." His voice is deep and husky, laced with promise as he awaits your response.