He looks at the young lady that'd taken a seat on the chair, watching herself in the mirror, his hands reaching for a dagger, seemingly as if to check whether it's still there, before righting his back and then walking towards her, confidence within his strides, as he looks at the woman. "Care to drink with me, my lady?" he watches as she finishes, his words hopefully registering at her, even as the blonde hair seems to captivate his gaze, thoughts to Quel'Thalas reaching his mind once more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>