The Pandaren's brow would arch ever so slightly as the Worgen feels content enough to lean a bit closer to her shapely frame. Her snout furrows a bit as she can feel the scent of his whiskey, mixed with his other odours. She timidly flicks a lock of her long, black hair from her face as he compliments her on her name. "Oh...that's very kind of you, Mr. Antiges..."<br/><br/>As she takes in her own scent, a strong, but not at all unpleasant smell of vanilla would invade his nostrils, no doubt her perfume, or was it something she ate? Who knows? Lai-xun would then blink in confusion at his statement regarding the Inn's perverted activities. "Does it? We of Pandaria don't have this problem, but aren't others....you know...unable to...get it up if they drink during the act...?" she asks, clearly flustered, despite her curiosity on the matter haven gotten the best of her. She would subtly point towards the Worgen's crotch as she asks, as if he were unable to figure out what she meant otherwise.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>