Elariel was the model of elven sensuality, even without trying. Tae'loren's eyes never tired of roaming over her form, traveling her seductive curves, becoming lost in her beauty. The hunter smiled, realizing how out-of-place Elariel was in this simple room, like a golden scepter in a bare stone container. He watched as she set her cloak upon the bed, the simple action arousing the hunter. His feet instinctively guided him toward her, but he stopped after a few steps. While the instinctive side of him knew she wouldn't turn away his advances, his more considerate side implored him to at least bathe beforehand. He made his way back toward the bathroom, lifting his feet and removing each boot with one swift motion, placing them down next to the armor stand holding his armor.<br/><br/>"It did, didn't it? It is a rare style of practice for the squads that sought to undo the damage that Illidan and his Fel alliance created. We were, and still are, demon hunters, and the only way to fight demons, beings of pure chaos, is to become a being of pure order." Pausing, his eyes once more fell upon his elven lover, savoring her from a distance. "What about you? How did your studies fare? Do you feel more confident about your plan?" He knew that they were all working together to free her colleagues from the Silverymoon compound, but in truth, she had been the backbone of the plan. He had continued to strip down until he was standing in his undershorts, just outside the doorway of the bathroom.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>