Sares looked on as the orc was eating something, but whatever it was she didn't recognize.  Some kind of fungus, she supposed, it had the general shape and looked to be the kind of texture, though his vulgar chewing was killer on her ears now that their sensitivity had adjusted to tune out the whipping winds outside.  She felt like she should say something about it, like telling a joke about how primitive his chewing was, or how he ate like a fire drake, but peering into his eyes, she quickly figured out it was affecting him somehow.  Her own kind liked to use the volcanic fumes for meditation and hallucination, and when combined with sex, they could turn into quite the wild orgies.<br/><br/>Still, those days were behind her, as she had little intention of going back.  Not that she had all that much to go back to for herself, and the whole purpose of her expedition was to return richer than she left.  So far, that had proven to be a tall order though...  So instead, she just leaned back and stared blankly at him, probably figuring he was thinking of some memory, or just passed out with his eyes open.  At least, until he started to gawk at her.  This obviously wasn't anything out of the ordinary for the scantily clad elf, and her pose naturally opened her legs for him to stare at the tight leather that illustrated the general shape of her mound.<br/><br/>"I bet you could..." she said in response to his forward eyes, "probably in the same way we warm ourselves.  You wanna know how we do that?"  A slight smirk spilled on her mouth, as she was catching his hints quite quickly.  When it came to sex, it wasn't hard to get a dark elf interested.