Neverwinter Forest And staying forever

It was all very simple to him. There was no higher power making demands of his behavior, physical or abstract. Mal did what what seemed good, what would make people happy, and if for some reason they had regrets, well that was more on them than him. As far as he knew, there were no moral codes he was breaking -- or at least ones that mattered.

She'd come close to him so fast -- his tail waved slowly behind him, a slight hitch to it when she reached out to him. He didn't budge an inch -- barely resisting just leaning in to her, but no, he'd hold strong. It was all part of the game, wasn't it? more often than not it had seemed like a game to him, at least. His voice was calm and there was that tinge of concern, With what? Tell me and what you need will be yours. Which was maybe a little bit of hyperbole, but here he was feeling better than normal and wasn't about to just come back down to reality.

He reached out to her in the context of a reassuring touch of his own maw, gentle, but allowing him to drink in what he could of her scent in the process. Look, he tried to be respectable but he was still a young man, and he certainly wasn't perfect.