Barrow Fields yo adrian!

"I do not? And here I thought that I was doing such a great job," Wraen said, pretending to be surprised and a little insulted, while her the humorous glint in her eyes gave her away. "Oh, so you have had experience with them already?" she asked, giving him contemplative head-to-toes look (again, if she had not done this earlier). "And you are still alive to tell the story? Wow - I am impressed," she nodded in approval. "The last guy I met, who had had a go with them, was covered in bruises and scars, not to mention bite marks and he could not sit down for a long time, you know, what I mean?" she looked him in the eyes and winked. 

"Oh, come on, be creative," Wraen interjected before Verx went to call her "Blinka", which sounded very much like "pancake" in Russian for Wraen's author, but, since she was unaware of this gastronomic marvel, she did not make the connection. BUT... her expression told that so far this was the worst name she had been called and no matter, what it meant in what language, she did not particularly like it. Hey - she had asked for it herself and as this occurred to her, she laughed. She would have laughed even more, if she had known the pun about pancakes. "That's your best shot? Man... arts of the spoken word are really not your strong suite, are they?"