"Come on you're a future knight, not a bitch in heat." Baldur reprimands, punctuating the last part with three sharp thrusts forward. Bladur was using his squire, the two currently going at it in a tent in the middle of the woods, on a quest to obtain harpy eggs. "Another whimper from you and I'll treat you like common slag from a tavern." He warns, his good hand landing a firm swat on their rear.