"Vitaar is a warpaint that my kind use; it's toxic to everyone else, but for us, it acts as armor metal-like quality once applied to the skin. I'll show you, sometime." Korrin shrugs as her guess proves incorrect for either of them, but such is the game. She chuckles and shakes her head at Sam's, though.

"People tend to shy away from restraining a horned giant, imagine that. And it's not my style to be restrained in bed, either." Kain's statement gets a louder laugh out of her, and she takes a drink. "Ever? You're kinkier than I thought, Highwind. I don't mind the outdoors...when it's warm enough. But up here, in the Frostbacks? No fucking way."

That tipsiness doesn't go unnoticed and she glances to Kain with a grin, then at Sam. They so have to take advantage of this and get the taciturn dragoon to open up. "I never banged someone in a completely inappropriate place...and got caught."