Talk:Lizardman/@comment-26120285-20151130034736/@comment-5426290-20160126085223

I do not beat her up in a fit of rage, in fact, I slump to my knees clutching my severed hand, screaming all hell in my pain.

I'm punched unconsciously with a good right hook by the lizardman and wake up to see my hand reattached and her holding a depleted healing-gem as well as needle and thread.

She smiles to me and puts her stuff away. "Are you okay? I'm sorry about all that.

I frown at her. "You cut off my hand, and I also lost, so now I will never get to kiss you." (._.)

She takes my chin with her hand and turns it to plant a kiss on my lips. She leans back with a cute smile. "Silly, you fought honorably and gave it your all. Even with your reaction to having your hand severed, you proved yourself to me plenty times over. So, wanna grab a rootbeer and a tavern-room together?"

Looking up surprised at her my frown melts into a smile. "Sure, sweetcheeks. Lets get us a beer."