“I think I made him cry.”
[Prompt]
“I think you did too,” the Dunmer replied, his tone one of awe and admiration. The burly Nord had given Dram nothing but trouble since he had come to Riften, and yet here he was, running off with his tail tucked between his legs, leaving a smug womer half his height in his wake.
“Do you plan on returning his balls to him?” Dram asked absentmindedly, before realizing how crude that likely sounded. Face growing hot, he stumbled over his own tongue for a moment before attempting to recover.
“I mean... how did you get him to back down so fast?”















