While Sharr watched her speak and pondered to herself about the feelings the Draenei’s lips would inspire Sakeya herself was doing her own watching and thinking. Her eyes were just as focused as Sharr’s were on her own as if they were attracted there like a piece of metal to a magnet but her thoughts wandered and at the forefront of them was just how good the much smaller woman would feel in her arms, how her hair would feel under her fingertips and just how smooth her skin would actually be.<br/><br/>When her words did come to a stop and the Blood Elf did finally speak up the reply did not actually surprise Sakeya all that much. It would have were it a different person, perhaps but from the impression she’d gotten of the assassin there was a little more to what she said, a little more than what she showed everyone. Her story was far from that of a hero, sure , but it was hardly the worst Sakeya had heard and if anything it only made her all the more curious about the woman all things considered.<br/><br/>She waits until the other , smaller woman is done speaking , eyes going from  focused to suddenly warm and emotional when Sharr of all things deemed herself not a person and at that, of no interest to the Draenei. Frowning and against her better judgment the alien reaches out slowly with her right hand,  and brushes the woman’s high cheek with her thumb, her forefinger sweeping down along Sharr’s jawline while she shakes her head adamantly. “ To judge yourself by someone else’s morals is a fool’s game, Sharr.” The Draenei says her voice far from chiding but in fact dripping with warmth and understanding.<br/>“ Do you think me a pacifist as well?” The Draenei intones solemnly , a small smile on her face. “ I have scars on my horn that prove quite differently. I have killed more of my /kin/, my lost cousins , than anyone and I came to enjoy it.” She stops, letting the words hang there for a moment before sighing , her hand coming to cup Sharr’s cheek unless the Elf otherwise pulls away or retreats. “ I am old, Sharr. I've seen many things. You are far from the sociopath you deem yourself, I think.” Once more her words are warm and understanding and her hand remains unmoving as she looks the blood elf right in the eyes. " You're a person, a different one than myself. It would be boring to be the same, no?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>