Tianin watches the proverbial second wind of fucking come to its conclusion, and he claps.  "Quite a show."  He pushes his cup forward as the woman passes, for another round.  His hair is still in place, and beyond rising to empty the drain, the blood elf seems to have stayed roughly in the same place.  "What did you say your name was again?  You were understandably distracted at the time, and picking out syllables in the midst of all that proved difficult indeed."  His eyes and cheek are bright, still playful and cool, but tipsy and deep in his cup now that the evening has grown long.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>