"You! I never thought you were such a lecher." Sylvanas blushed scarlet, her slender, pale hands hovering helplessly as she struggled to decide where to cover herself.
What was wrong with a man appreciating women? Although Rowan really did not want to admit he was a lecher, the evidence was right before his eyes. Looking at Sylvanas's nearly perfect figure, he could not even tear his gaze away.
A valiant Ranger-General who had fought countless battles and earned illustrious honors had stripped off everything before him, her face flushed with bashfulness.
How? How was I supposed to resist that?
"Come closer." Feeling the warmth radiating from the Heart of Azeroth against his chest, Rowan beckoned Sylvanas over.
"No!" Sylvanas raised her voice.
Rowan stood, took hold of Sylvanas's pale arm, and pulled her toward him.
Sylvanas went weak and fell into Rowan's arms without resisting.
"Appreciating women is one thing. Saving lives is another. They're two separate matters. I'm just an ordinary person. You're a high-ranking Class Practitioner and a Ranger-General. Even if I were interested in you, how much do you think I could get away with?" Rowan openly admitted his masculine instincts. How could a man with a normal sexual orientation possibly remain unmoved by a stunning beauty like Sylvanas?
Was all Sylvanas's popularity before the Battle for Azeroth expansion supposed to have been fake?
Sylvanas realized that warm energy really was radiating from around Rowan. She could clearly feel the arcane energy that had seeped into her body breaking down little by little.
Rowan had not lied. His artifact really did possess the power to resist the arcane flames.
"Easy for you to say. No man has ever looked at me like that before, especially without my clothes on."
"Then hurry up and put them on!" Rowan