For a fraction of a second Lysrandra's expression shocks awake, eyes going alight with wonder as the amber liquid spills over the bar and then seamlessly pools back up in to itself all the way to the mug. "<span style="color: rgb(255,77,77)">Consider me bested, Elamir, I am not one who is unfamiliar with the ways of the arcane but I have never seen one with such control over Chronomancy.</span><span style="color: #808080">" He free hand drifts up from her side, lightly gracing her thigh with her own fingertip before her hand moves overtop of Elamir's. Her fingers slip between his own and lightly grip at them, moving his hand slowly down along the outside of her thigh. She slowly drags it back and forth, her skin smooth and supple to the touch as she maneuvers his hand so that it cups the thick curve of her hip threatening to take hold of her bottom. "</span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">I can imagine you give the term "back and forth" a while new meaning in the bedroom, hmmm~?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>