Tyllastar looked between the two, observing Ania punish the server for putting ice in her brandy. He smirked a bit. Oh, how he liked feisty ladies! The elf's lips cracked into a wicked grin at the woman's wishes to be bred tonight. "Hmm, I see. You wish to be bred...potentially with an elf?" He sipped his mead, looking over at the paladin with a look of confirmation at the very least. However, this woman was blunt, and would probably tell him directly if she wanted him or not, now that he asked anyways.<br/><br/>The elf glanced back to Mary and lofted a brow as she offered to deal with his...build ups. He smirked at the woman, moving a hand to pat the seat next to him, offering for her to take a seat next to him...or even on his lap if she dared. He patted his thigh next to see which she'd prefer. The elf simply awaited the woman's choice.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>