Etheda's own high elven features were just as prominent as the young woman's blood elven ones were; using the hand not so occupied with holding this girl still, he employed his free hand to tip his hat and reveal his own lilac eyes and platinum hair. He smiled charismatically, not to mention a little toothily, but not so much as to be unnerving. His stance was a bit suggestive, his legs spread out a tad too far apart and his lower abdomen a touch too far outward in her direction, to the point that he looked as though he was about to dance, and the fact that he wore nothing under his jacket would not be helpful to those who wished to turn away. "<span style="color: Plum">When one does nothing but sing, dance and tell intricate lies as he dubs them stories for a living, I'm certain that he would be able to discern the lies of another when told,</span>" he said, the fact that he found this all very amusing evident in his voice.<br/><br/>Though he refused to let go of her shoulder, Etheda looked at her face for a few seconds. Rather quite beautiful, she was, and he was mildly surprised that she wasn't more of an open thief and charming possessions from her victims instead of stealing them so pettily. And he told her just that. "<span style="color: Plum">I find it somewhat disappointing that you hide behind shadows to take when you could blind others to your intentions with beauty and make them outright put it all in your lap.</span>"<br/><br/>A nod to her this time. "<span style="color: Plum">Now, I would like my instruments back. A piccolo made of tin and another small flute of wood are hardly worth anything on the market, I'm afraid.</span>" His other hand rested on the masterfully crafted violin at his hip, making it all too obvious that he was a minstrel, a profession consisting of music and weaving deceit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>