Hmm.  The blood elf turns the glass with his finger as he considers the offer, the dry scraping sound coming from the rotation seemingly distracting him for only a second.  A second in which he can consider his desires and make assumptions based on evidence already presented.  "It would seem that wine and sex are sold in equal shares in this place."  Still, his tone leans to lazy musing more than anything.  "A Draenei is a rare, you must be quite popular.  I assume such interactions between you and the customers, such as the orc, is a common thing?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>