“Of course you like the word.” The woman smirked as she said such, her fiery eyebrows remaining high in their jaunty position as she positively seemed to brim with humor and confidence. “It's pretty and could really mean anything, good or bad.” She punctuated that with a sort of pointed look, her golden-brown eyes loosely staring into his for a few moments. In the midst of that gazing she found herself even wondering how effective such a thing would be. The elf had a pair of eyes so damaged that she'd never in her life seen anything approaching it. Of course it was obvious that he could see but it was unclear as to just how well. In the end that was the reason she ceased her peering and instead moved to lean against the bar while her conversational companion rose up on the back of his barstool legs in an impressive display of dexterity. “You have all the poise I expected you to as well. A man doesn't wear leathers and keep so trim without purpose, I suppose.” Already she was making assumptions as to his profession, logical leaps that she was finding harder and harder to put away with every new turn and twist. It was enough to keep her in an almost pensive move, her eyes only glancing at the mechanical digit between them until her neighbor mentioned her seeming distaste of the place and verbally jabbed at her beneath the guise of flowery speech.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>She weighed her words and behind her lips the redhead's tongue could nigh be seen dancing as she rehearsed what it was she wanted to counter with. In her mind the conversation was more and more alike to a duel and instead of rapiers or sabers it was instead a harmless exchange of words. Mercifully life as a noblewoman had prepared her for little games of nuances of wordplay but she was definitely not as adept as the fellow beside her in such matters. “Of course nobles do have their tastes.” She spoke, resorting to a dry and almost clinical tone as she admitted to her kin's perversions as if she wanted to keep such things at an arms length. “Such things are private affairs and I can't say I'm really privy to any of them.” Her fingers drummed on the bartop as she spoke, drumming out a rather senseless beat before she motioned for another drink from the barkeep and while she waited turned back to rest a hip on the bartop and face the man more directly. One hand continued to drum her nails against the counter while the other tugged idly at the knot holding up the orange shawl at her waist. “No one is without an appetite. That we can agree on. And some more discerning people don't particular care for places where appetites are...catered to in such vulgar ways.” Her eyes left his for a few moments, dipping to and fro as she took in ( regretfully) the somewhat literal orgy of vices on display before she shook her head and sighed. “Really it's almost too mu-” Before she could finish the barkeep interrupted her with the clink of a tumbler set next to her and she carefully reached down in the small valley of cleavage her vibrantly yellow bathing top offered and withdrew a small purse of coins. She flipped the man an entire golden crown and smiled. “Bring the elf whatever he wishes as well and keep them coming. A gold should suffice, yes?' They settled her tab with a nod before she plucked up her tumbler and took a sip of the liquor inside. It was the same deep golden brown as her beautiful eyes.<br/><br/><br/><br/>She savored the burn of the rich Arathi brandy as the man across from her finally got around to introducing himself after a little bit of waxing on in a manner she assumed was supposed to be impressive about dueling. All it really did was assure her that the man was just as much of a blackguard by profession a she thought he was and the little blurb that followed his name only confirmed as much. She went for a second sip of her drink as he offered his hand and allowed her knuckles to be kissed but his stabilizing hand only met the wooden ridge of her seat as he moved to brace himself and push his own stool back into position. She shook her head at the display and tried for one last little sip of her Arathi vintage before setting down her own tumbler and licking her lips. “Well,” She started, raising one hand to her chest and pressing the fingers inward against her breastbone. “I am Elise Marshall... of Stormwind.” Not that it really and guesswork in ascertaining just what she was at this point or where she hailed from. “ I'm pleased to make your acquaintance.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>