She was silent a moment before frowning only briefly, glancing away from the bull to his companion, then to the flower, and back up at the tauren's face. The tips of her ears lowered slightly, betraying her emotions, despite the patient sigh she let out, "I see." She took the rose when it was offered back to her, looking at it again, "Well it is a nice gesture, and it's a lovely flower, but I don't think I can reciprocate whatever intention or feeling he has behind the gesture." She looked back up at him with a smile, keeping her relaxed position in her chair while crossing a leg over the other.<br/><br/>"I do hope your friend would understand...it's nothing personal." Only afterward would she watch her new acquaintance with a curious and concerned look, seeing him wiggle about in his chair. She didn't move though, seeing there was nothing to be done about the poor fellow's discomfort.<br/><br/>"Well that's no good at all. I'm sorry to hear that as well." She looked back up at him, "Perhaps leaving a complaint or a suggestion to the owners about it? This place is run by Goblins - if you threaten them that you'll tell everyone you know not to come here, the possible loss of income may make them work hard to accommodate you and other shu'halo who visit." She gives a wise smile before noticing movement again around her, towards the bar. A small frown reappears on her face before she moves to stand, collecting her things, "Well, I'm very sorry to make this conversation short -"<br/><br/>She sighs as she puts on her gloves, picking up her bowl and drink, "-but I must be up early and be gone, and sleep is most needed." She stops and gives a small bow, "My name is Lorelien, if you ever run into me in the future, I should be glad to have a longer conversation." Blinking, she noticed she had almost forgotten the flower on the table and picks that up carefully, tucking it behind her long ear and heading to the bar.<br/><br/>Placing her things on the counter, she leans to fish in her satchel for the appropriate coin, placing it in front of the barkeep, "A room please and a hotter meal to be sent there." The goblin nodded and handed her a small iron key, calling to the back of the kitchen as she picked it up. She bumped into the figure next to her, looking up to apologize, "Ah, excuse me." She rose a brow when she noticed it was that same dark figure, but said nothing else. Gathering her things, she gave him one more wary look and headed up the stairs, searching for the room number that matched on her key.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>