Ninde: Mmm... Arath, you have had your way with women from here to to the hordelands, if you are to be believed. So who, might I ask, was the most beautiful of your conquests? A red-cheeked dalelands farmgirl? A sultry Halruaan sorceress?
Arath: Though none compare in beauty to yourself, my black rose, there have been many who have caught my eye... but the most beautiful was not one you would expect.
Ninde: You never cease honeying your words, Druid. Truly it's most admirable, most men grow tired of showering me in inane flattery after just a day or two. But darling, do tell! I simply adore a story of conquest... particularly when set in a bed chamber.
Arath: Truly? Well, then. He had the most striking eyes... blue as the sky. I remember his smile, still - full of perfect pearls, and the most inviting of lips.
Ninde: My, Arath! Your taste for men is nearly as refined as my own! I can understand that some might find it distasteful... but I find it all rather romantic. Oh Arath, you do bring out the dreamy adolescent in me. You'd have had my dress round my ankles in minutes 20 years ago, but fortunately I know a little better now.
Arath: Your lips are not so dissimilar to his, you know. Perhaps-
Ninde: Honestly, Arath, do not think to bed me. Not... not yet, at least. (Smiles)
Arath: Is that an invitation, Ninde? My, I might swoon. 
Ninde: Swoon? You never struck me as the swooning sort. I rather thought that swooning was best left to the silly village girls that fall for your charms.
Arath: I'm not, though you don't seem the type to miss sarcasm so easily. 
Ninde: Toddle back to where you were before, Arath. Honestly, it's as if a girl can't even make simple conversation with you!
