Tyllastar smirked at the woman as she claimed to not know what skill set he was referring to. The elf nodded, awaiting for his mead and the ladies' brandy to get to them. As they did, he picked up his mug, sipping it, licking his lips a bit. "Hmm, not so innocent, huh? Doesn't answer why you are so nervous." He winked at her, teasing her a bit. He shook his head a moment. "Hmm? Goal-oriented you say? What goal is you are looking to achieve, my dear?" His fel hues mesmerizing as they stared at her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>