Sevion downed the contents of his mug as the fellow Sin'dorei spoke, managing a nod.  With a sigh of satisfaction, he slid the mug to the edge of the table before leaning toward her.  "Which begs the question, why am I, a regular, wasting precious time?" His hands disappeared beneath the table, but he kept his gaze locked onto Eve, a seemingly permanent smirk curved along his lips.  A few clinks could be heard, and after a moment, he casually placed his belt on top of the table.  "I suppose I like to do things differently.  See, that orc over there, he can go ahead and take what he wants."  He jutted a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to the orc baring himself in the middle of the inn.<br/><br/>"And that's well and good, don't get me wrong.  But I guess I'm more of a tease. A game-player."  He shrugged, slowly rolling the length of his belt into a neat circle as he spoke.  "That being said, I'm not an idiot.  If I get the feeling someone as shapely as you just wants to be bent over the table, I'm not going to waste the opportunity.  But I figure you more of a game-player too, I think."  Again, he lifted his shades to peer at her with an amused expression.  From this distance, a faint line of a scar can be seen crossing through his left eye.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>