An admirer? She never really had one of those before. But as she settled into the booth, she began to slide her pack off to settle it on the table, and she leaned back comfortably. It would.. admittedly take her a little time to catch on to what the man was actually doing. As he stole glances, Miss Ivoryglen flicked her gaze towards him as if on instinct. But each time she seemed to miss his gaze. It frustrated her the smallest bit, as she just -knew- that he was looking in her direction, but she needed to catch him in the act.<br/><br/>So, instead of having her own gaze dance back and fourth in their little game, her eyes settled upon the elf at this point, and the bright green eyes looked at him with a very relaxed expression. The smallest smile held upon her lips as she looked over towards him, and as his sights finally settled on her again, the smile turned into a very knowing smirk. If he were to finally be caught staring, her head would tilt slightly, but she wouldn't say anything just yet. However, her expression looked fairly welcoming.<br/><br/>It was at that point the armored maiden raised her right hand with her palm up, and curled her index finger the gesture him closer. "Mother used to tell me it's rude to stare," hummed out in a warm tone as she gestured the man closer. Her gesture was confident, almost as if she was assured he'd step over in her direction. But if not? It might take a few pegs from her little ego. She settled the hand back down onto the table, and offered him a nod.<br/><br/>"Have I attracted your attention, good sir?" she said with her voice partially raised so he might be able to hear her from the distance they were separated. It would seem that tonight, the man wouldn't need to initiate the conversation himself. Lucky him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>