The Naga took the comment straight to his face – in fact, the bluntness of her delivery even managed to take him off guard for the briefest of moments, giving him that almost commically long face not really befitting the image of a blood-thirsty killer that the Naga normally had.<br/><br/>Charscale was used to a generally lack-luster reaction to his being – the way that the bar below almost snapped to silence at his entrance was so helplessly typical, he by now just tended to roll with it. A well placed silence and professional disposition to get your stuff done when in hostile areas normally got him out unscathed and somewhat uncontested.<br/><br/>Now, however – rubbing cheeks with a vengeful night elf on a prolonged travel might be a whole other challenge in itself, he tiredly mused for himself.<br/><br/>“<b>Charmed..</b>” he deftly mumbled in response to her kind offer.<br/><br/>For good measure, the Naga took a brief moment to inspect his – on his part, unwilling yet possible - spar-partner simply to adjust himself according to her threat-level.<br/>He wasn't at all any more comfortable: it didn't take two glances to deduct that this lady had enough punching power to be a very viable candidate for his untimely demise. Charscale wasn't a man to overestimate his own abilities, nor did he fancy underestimating the immediate skills of others. It was partly why he still was alive today.<br/><br/>A little part of him really lamented her default aggression: She was a looker, and the jagged tattoos she sported over the hostile face played in favor of her savage beauty.<br/><br/>Yet everything was marred by how her posture, her brandished weapons and, by the looks of it, her ghost saber radiated with barely contained aggression. He really had to tread carefully around this night elf, he deftly decided.<br/><br/>As the Naga generally let her snarky comment go unanswered, he slowly ground his tail into motion, the distinct sliding sound bouncing off the rugged wooden floor beneath him. His forked tongue fluttered in the air, tasting the scents of the congregation: However he turned and twisted it, the rather inquisitive-looking twins produced just the faintest smell of what could be arousal – he wasn't entirely sure, but their attire didn't really play to a favor against his idea.<br/><br/>The death-knight irked his curiosity: she seemed slightly detached from just about everything – that wasn't per say an unusual thing between these walking damned, but it was that drive under her tired expression that was hard to ignore. He cautiously decided that she might be more likable.<br/><br/>Then, there was the Draenei – she almost screamed woman, with cupious amounts of curves working greatly in her advantage when comparing her general fitness. Charscale was silently amused that she had garnered a lot of long glances even when he was making his presence known to the chagrin of most.<br/>She had a certain warmth in her eyes – the Naga decided rather headstrong that she could go ahead and be the easiest to relate to, but as it stood, one never knew what could happen.<br/><br/>The Naga allowed the twins a moments respite before he let his curious glance take them in as he perched his trident and his mercenaries' banner against a nearby wall. His large, undulating tail curled and bunched into a roll as he leaned his broad shoulders against the wooden surface, his forked tongue constantly fluttering gently between his tooth-filled maw.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>