The night elf smirks slightly as she takes another swig of her ale, he turns her head and with an air of boredom glances again to the golden-haired elf. She purposefully gasps, a little whiney squeak as all of a sudden he's shifted in the chair beside her. "<span style="color: #ff4d4d">Careful, you might give a woman a heart attack doing that!</span><span style="color: #808080">" She teases as she leans over in her barstool and gives Elamir a weak shove on the shoulder. She inhales slowly, her smirk growing more broad at the scent of the man so strongly wafts along the bar. She turns her head once more, again facing the bar at large as she speaks sidelong to the man as she sets her ale down and picks up her cup of coconut milk. "</span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">I can imagine you can see plainly well what the entertainment to be had here is, lest you've gone blind and deaf. All of these women, poor and needy all looking for something to plug their lust.</span><span style="color: #808080">" She let's out a dark almost taunting chuckle at this as she swishes her coconut cup around, a few dribbles of the milk falling to the floor below mixing with all manner of other fluids. "</span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">And I am one of them, Lysandra by birth, and you my posh cousin?</span><span style="color: #808080">" She turns her head finally toward Elamir, only enough however to give him the slightest glace of her eyes as she tilts her head back slightly and gives him a haughty smile.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>