The bodyguard's expression softens to reveal blush red cheeks and an awkward grin.

"Wellll," the ogre says with a voice far more feminine and childlike than you originally would have expected. "Not much. Just here on business." He/she pauses for a moment, looking you up and down. "But I'll let you buy me a drink if you like."

Seeing the greedy look in the Ogre's eye, you decide to...

	A. Run. Just run. No way this can end well. B. "That's a mighty big loin cloth you are wearing." C. Buy Jorb a drink. D. Pick Jorb's pockets? E. "Alas, but I lefteth my wallet in my other tunic...eth." And then run.