Sakeya was honestly quite surprised with how well Sharr took the whole thing when suddenly outside of the public eye and those who could form opinions of the woman and damage her reputation that she no doubt worked at hard to keep it the way that it was. She wanted to be an unknown, a variable that was certainly much too hard to quantify but the assassin was certainly quick to warm up it seemed if the teasing quips, blushing and the loosening of cloak and armor were proof of anything. The Draenei had to admit she was more than getting a little excited as well when she saw the woman’s blush and smile and saw the heavy cloak loosen from her shoulders, allowing the Blood Elf to stand at her full, alluring height.<br/><br/>The alien’s black leather pants were certainly growing tighter in the crotch but she simply put on a kind smile as  she too began to shed the trappings of her profession and join Sharr as an equal of all things in the Spartan room. Her bow and satchel of course got set in a corner and her engineer goggles soon found themselves carefully hidden away inside of a well –padded pouch in the leather shoulder-bag before she unlashed the belt that held up the greater portion of her mail shirt’s weight and finally removed the jingling piece of armor, carefully setting it atop her satchel to expose the thin and flexible leather jerkin beneath the creaked with the movements of her body, clinging tight to her naturally curved spine as she bent and then stood once more.<br/>While this transpired Tyberus had moved to the window of the room, peering out of the glass and  for once, actually leaving Sharr alone in the presence of his mistress. Occasionally he would look back to the elf, as if he still didn’t trust her but he made no aggressive movements and no sounds, simply watched occasionally.<br/>One finally down dressed and comfortable the Draenei looked back down at the elf, eyes wandering her face before winding down to her neck. Clearly she was trying to take in what newly revealed details she could and she was enjoying it more with every little bit she saw. Sakeya wanted to almost touch her right then but restrained herself, instead pulling a stool close to Sharr’s own, their knees touching as Sakeya settled her larger form carefully on the chair , the wood creaking with age. “ See, this is why I mentally marked you as my second the moment you deferred towards me in the meeting. “ Of course she was referring to the plan to ‘let things proceed naturally’ while she subtly tried to ‘adjust’ herself to relieve the strain in her pants and of course keep things hidden from plain sight.<br/><br/>After that was done she sighed, the pressure already subsiding a fair deal from the slight shift. “ I will admit that I’m fairly excited to get to talk to a Blood Elf. Our people are hindered by both factions and a tense past but you remind me so much of my own kin. “ Sakeya looked at her again, blue eyes sticking to the woman’s fel-green own. Her left hand toys with her old, battered Alliance dog tags while she contemplates what subject to get onto with the tension between them but something comes to mind and she grins. “ Well, you /must/ have some questions Sharr. Go ahead, ask while there are no ears to pry or eyes to intrude.” And just like that the ball was once more passed to the Blood Elf, Sakeya trying to see just where this would go.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>