Ash'therion took in the human's voice, her appearance, and especially her demeanor for a moment while she spoke. He was listening, yes, but there was something eerily familiar about her. They were both all-too-similar. Her bluntness did not seem to turn him off by any means, in fact it seemed to only amuse him moreso than anything. He might've even taken it as a compliment.<span style="color: #b30000">"There is something rather novel about coming to a.. savage place like this. I admit that such a guilty pleasure has me here more often than I care to remember. A taste of a life I was not meant to live, I suppose." </span>He chuckled, though some of his pomp and condescension was missing from what grew to be a much heartier tone.<br/><br/>He set his mug on the bar and leaned up against it, facing out toward the rest of the tavern but keeping his head turned to the woman beside him. Occasionally his eyes would linger over her with a shameless scanning of her body, but for the most part he was rather keep on keeping his confident stare in her eyes and not her breasts.<span style="color: #b30000">"Ah, and you are rather correct. As much as I enjoy myself, feasting metaphorically upon the lower-hanging fruit of this establishment, I do find myself wanting on occasion. Sophistication is a quality always welcomed, and one you seem to posses in abundance. Amongst..."</span>The man trailed off, letting a self-satisfied laugh free.<span style="color: #b30000"> "Other things, if you will permit my crassness. You've many qualities that catch the eye and keep it pinned."</span><br/><br/>The warrior seemed rather content with his long statement after that, drifting his gaze out upon the tavern briefly. Another elf had joined into the establishment, which only kept his attention for the briefest of moments. Maybe later, but his mind was rather set upon the patron before him. Anyone could find a whore in this place, but few could find a classy debauchery-seeker like himself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>