Rayland manages to catch Anara's gaze with his, as they both join into an eye-contact together, letting a wide and even hints of a bit sly grin manage to lurk upon his lips! Quickly and in one smooth movement, the man swings his feet off the table and stands up, in fast paced movements walking towards the bar as finally he finds himself an empty seat, right besides the young blood elf girl. Now he speaks up, his voice calm and confident in himself, or at least so he would think.<br/><br/>"Hold the rum, pal." He addresses the barkeeper, as a quick wink is made towards Anara, besides him. "We're no pirates here, after all. Make that two glasses of whiskey, hold the ice and another glass of let's say..." He stops at half word, eyeing the female besides once again, up and down, as he decides. "Melon juice will do just fine, for the lady if she won't be able to handle whiskey alone." Finally Ray has made the order and sets some shiny, metal coins down on the counter, sliding them across the worn surface, before turning a bit to the side to face the blood elf. "So..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>