Rojan wrapped his arms around her petite frame, squeezing her close and muzzling his face in her neck. Her hair, soft as corn silk, tickled his cheek. She smelled like honey. Puzzled and deeply aroused by this turn of events, he sighed. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist and any question of mutual interest evaporated. He groaned with carnal pleasure. The big brute he was, he'd never been with such a fragile lass. He would take extra care not to damage her wings. She bit his ear. Yow, that hurt! He sat bolt upright clutching his throbbing lobe.

Lamma had been sitting on a rock for hours watching Rojan sleep off yet another bottle of whiskey. They hadn't gone on an adventure for what felt like an eternity. When he'd sunk deep into an all too pleasurable dream, she couldn't take it any longer. She'd lose him to his imagination if she didn't act soon.
Rojan rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sulked outwardly while inwardly feeling a bit embarrassed of his indecent dream about a human-sized Lamma.
"Whatcha do that for?" he asked eyeing his tiny companion warily.
"Pack your bag," she huffed. I'm tired of waiting for the Red Barge to float by while you drown your sorrows. We're going after it and to fetch that treasure of yours."