Eventually he had elected to get up as well. As he slowly stood back on his haunches, Raenion allowed his scales to carefully dissolve back into the paler flesh that had served to mark him as an elf.<br/><br/>Spending a few moments getting dressed in an emerald-colored silken robe that was befitting an elf, Raenion also took his time to carefully comb his hair. Nevertheless the elfish points on the ends of his ears stuck out of it anyway.<br/><br/>"Did you pour this for us?" He was of course referring to the wine. Judging by the smell of it, which was accentuated by his remarkable sense of smell owing to his draconic heritage, it was rather expensive so he was understandably impressed.<br/><br/>It wasn't everyday that he was served that of course!<br/><br/>To be honest, it almost seemed like a waste, but then again she was trying to court him before, so it could have been a little more understandable through that lens.