The sin'dorei finally being served his drink at the exact moment this human received hers, his onyx hues searched her form. Making no effort to hide his gaze, considering their surroundings.<br/><br/>"Its ironic, isn't it?" His fair and surprisingly light voice calling out to her as he tucked his foot around his barstool leg. Rising in a haunched over position as he moved next to her, the barstool screeching noisily across the ground as his leg curled beneath him to drag the seat to his new spot. Seated once more, he was close enough to better conversate and be direct with the woman, but not so close to be in what he believed her personal space. unbuckling the straps to his gloves, teeth sinking into the leather tips as he freed his hands; showing them to be heavy with both laceration and burn scars. His right hand missing its ring digit, a small mechanical construct of goblin make bolted in its place. His voice slightly muffled through his gloves as he continued.<br/><br/>"You're not wearing much at all, and yet you're wearing more than most people here." Laughter teasing the corner of his lopsided grin, placing his gloves upon the bar. Hands moving toward the glass tumbler containing his unidentified beverage. Some sort of whiskey, he mused as his palms wrapped about the glass. Warming the contents as the container was rolled from side to side.<br/><br/>"Just come from a day of sunbathing?" Leaning forward to bring his thin lips to the drink. Sipping gingerly as the strong taste of alcohol filled his mouth, the warmth of the whiskey burning down his throat and into his abdomine as he imbibed. Shoulders shuddering reflexively as his stomach drew taut, as he loved the sensation moreso than a friendly mouth. But to have both bordered divinity.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>