Ninuviel smiled to herself a little, as she watched the goblin wobble away. Walking in a way fairly different from herself, probably due to those leggings. She would glance into the crate, peering at the dried flowers while giggling a little. "What a strange creature. But I believe these will still do. The more it smells the happier he gets. He's like a little dog afterall. And I am sure it will humor some of his guests." Ninuviel never really did mind playing around (in one way or another) and Mr. Lackham was certainly a worgen who would accept her jest with a grin. Afterall, he probably didn't invite her due to gathering exquisite gifts. She had noticed how he growled spontanously whenever he looked at her. She would allow him to entertain the thought, but to invite her to a private party like that.. He would need a warning. A Priestess shouldn't be too friendly with those she aids in a time of need. When the time would arise. She bounced playfully on her toes, forgetting about how revealing her outfit would be in the eyes of others. Her jest would contradict her appearance, but she did not think that far. Even as her breasts jiggled within the confines of her shirt. The bottom of her sizeable bust pressed against the top of the crate.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>