"I've got plenty of tastes without having to acquire more," he says with a shrug. "Oh, as one Loremaster to another, could you answer a question of culture of this Empire of yours?"
"Of course."
"Would it be inappropriate to invite a visitor from the Empire to share an intimate night with my wife and brother-husband?"
AU- Mathilde goes for it:
Mathilde paused, her thoughts scattered and her well-practiced composure holding on by a thread. The loremaster only raised an eyebrow in response, but that simple action suddenly carried an *entirely* different set of implications than it would have a sentence ago.
Buy time, she thought to herself.
"Wouldn't such an invitation run afoul of the strictures about not letting unknown people past your lines of defenses?" She asked, 'especially for purposes of fornication' unspoken but very loud in her head.
"Well," the (relatively young and relatively quite handsome) dwarf smiled back at her, his strong fingers stroking luxurious chestnut chin-locks, "that is one reason we have a few chambers just outside the line. And once one is known, of course one would be allowed deeper, into the more... intimate... areas."
The rumble and burr of his voice as he lingered over the last few words caught her just below her stomach, and she swallowed hard.
"I, um, well, I can't speak for any others, but I have a partner waiting for me back in Karak Eightpeaks, and I can't just-"
"Oh ho! Of course, such things must be negotiated, it would not do for darker passions to be kindled. He? She? Would be welcome. One does not simply throw away food that is not to one's tastes after all, better to share until everyone has something they desire."
"She, and I think I could persuade her to come take a look, she's one to want to see what could be put in your deeper caverns... Would you really ask her as well?"
"I would hand you the message to take myself!"
Mathilde pictured herself handing her sweet, wicked, saucey, *jade* journey woman of a girlfriend an engraved invitation to an interspecieces five-some, and her face went hot. Knowing her, she'd probably push for it, something about 'getting her over her hangups' and 'teaching her how much *fun* bedplay can be' or something like that. The thought quickly led to picturing what such a lesson might entail, and the heat in her face redoubled.
"But-! But we are both wizards, and dwarves with the winds and-"
"Oh, don't worry about that. I've some skill as a rhunkit myself, I know a thing or three about stroking and tweaking those energies. Is that a yes, then, I hear?"
If it were possible to blush so hard it stole your speech, Mathilde would have been silent. Instead, she could only tug down the brim of her hat and give a soft squeaked reply.
"...yes."