Again she had prodded, causing the troll to sit ramrod straight, teeth clenched, fingers gripping the counter's edge... That wasn't ticklish reaction... "Joo... Joo mind stoppin dat?" Both ears perked high up, and the one closest her twitching rather often. he was trying to glare, but the expression came out more as a silent accusation of 'you so suck'. Trying to rekindle his nerves, the mage double checked that the last knot was gone, before stowing the comb and retying the ribbon into place. He did not, however, put his hair back over his shoulder to cover his back. Instead leaving it in his lap. "An joo should know, Elfy, dere be FAR worse tings a mage can do den attack..." His voice oozing with a strange undertone... Was he threatening her? Or making some secret offer? "Bah! What be ah sayin?" He grumbled to himself out loud, looking back at his tea cup, throwing down the last, then reaching for the pot again... He REALLY wasn't feelin so normal... And couldn't tell if it was her or the tea. Tea doesn't do that though, does it?<br/><br/>((Oh noes! ._. she didn't spike it, did she? ))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>