"Enigma..." His mouth rolling the word around, finding the attention more than flattering. "I rather like that word. It sounds much more important than what usually is. Although a puzzle with soft pieces you will find here." his new drink given, the man placed his mechanical digit upon the bar, should she choose to fool with it. Knees drawing forward to brace beneath the lip of the bar, stool angled so that two wooden legs rose into the air. Tristalze balancing himself on such a lofty tilt. Lips gingerly brushing against the newly filled glass tumbler. Taking smaller sips as he wished to continue the conversation without making too much of a drunken ass out of himself. At least for awhile longer. "Don't sound so dismissive. Many a Lord and lady have cravings for such carnality. Most happen to have pleasant and private enough housing that such appetites go unnoticed."<br/><br/>His unmarked ear flicked lightly as she boasted of Stormwinds ''stock'. "Could you? Dangerous assumption," his voice layered with such a tone of good natured teasing, "when you haven't had a single sample here." His words ending in a rapid series of 'tsks'.<br/><br/>As she grew looser in speech, his lopsided smile began to curl ever further. Rocking in his tilted stance as he took yet another sip. "Is it an accusation if what is accused is a truth? Or is it pointing out a reality? I feel as if an accusation has the stigma of uncertainty, and as far as where I see your eyes roam..I am most certain." Tristalze raised his brows in response to the crooking of her own, a light burp escaping his parted lips before setting his drink back down. Leathers molding to his movement's as he set the stool down proper and turned to face her entirely. Feet rising to join each other in front of his pelvis. Posture almost meditative as his eyes swam with a light intoxication. "an offering? Like a sacrifice? I've never met a noble fit for such endearment." his fair tone almost dancing in cadence as his hands steepled pensively before him. The roof of such a steeple obviously missing some metaphorical boards.<br/><br/>"Maybe you thirst for challenge. You challenge the sun with your flesh. You challenge nature with your accessories.You challenge me with your words." Speculative. Seeming to have gotten onto a personal trail of thought. "Fencing is challenging....all the thrusting and footwork. Not quite the sword I'm best with." Brows waggling as his full attention returned to her. Meeting her gaze with such crude wordplay.<br/>He made no mention as to whether his personality 'worked on the ladies', as he didn't quite know what she had meant.<br/><br/>"Maybe it is you that can offer something to me, although to be so direct is often considered rude so allow me to repair my grevious error and give you my name." Leaning forward in his seat, he shifts his weight just enough to tip the stool toward her. maintaining his balance in such a perched position seemed nearly second nature to the man, his left hand moving to catch his momentum against her exposed thigh. The speed with which seemed fluid rather than abrupt and forceful. If she were to move from the out reached attempt for stability, he instead gripped against the lip of her own stool. In either scenario, he offered a three fingered hand toward her own. The tilt of his seat and his own height causing the Sin'dorei to meet her gaze from below, his head inches from being pressed toward her stomach. His eyes hinted at no ulterior motive, acting as if this was a completely rational and normal way to introduce oneself.<br/><br/>"Tristalze Bladescream. I solve problems. Hence the uhm....clientele." if she were to take the hand offered, his head would snake toward her knuckles in an effort to brush his lips gently across them. To him a sign of respect given to those of high status, although if he meant it as a joke or with sincerity was....hard to tell. After doing so (or if in fact she didn't take his hand at all) his stabilizing hand would push off of her thigh (or seat) to move his stool back where it once was, four legs sturdy upon the ground.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>