Malkanas shifted in her seat as she watched the elf put on her little show. Her trousers underneath her leather armor were starting to become almost uncomfortably cramped. One might even begin to notice the slight bulge even through her tabard as it rested against her crotch. The half-orc smirked and leaned closer to sniff the elf. Her nose was far keener than a human or elf's and she could smell the girl from where she had been sitting, but she made a show of it, nonetheless. "Hmm... I don't smell anything. Well, nothing other than the sweetly spicy musk of a young female blood elf. Maybe the light hint of blood." She then chuckled, "I bet you do love green. I wonder how many of our warriors have found their way into your tent." She took a sip from her glass. looking at the elf over the rim, her pouty lips barely spread as she drank.<br/><br/>She was quite pleased with her reactions when speaking about the gnome. It seemed she still did have that fire inside her. "I've always hated gnomes. They seem to think that just because they're small, they can get away with anything. Always wanted to punt a few of them as hard as I can. And have, before, when the opportunity presented itself."<br/><br/>"That would've been a shame. I do so love the color red." Mal stuck her own tongue out in response to Dathwed doing so. Despite her golden nose and lip rings, her tongue was lacking somewhat in the piercing department.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>