For a brief and shining moment of fallibility, the Sin'dorei made an ugly face of dissatisfaction at the Kal'dorei's rebuke. Hundreds of years that were spent honing his charm, training his expressions, and sharpening his words-- all faltered at Amaya's smallest body language. It passed as quickly as it came, but nonetheless he could feel his composure break for the smallest moment, and it did no good to his mood. Ash'therion raised a brow testily, though his bemused smile returned like a mask.<span style="color: #b30000">"Hrmph, the rivalry between cousins never seems to lay to rest-- even in the haven of skin and ale. What a shocking twist indeed." </span>The man mockingly raised his ale to her with a smug smile, and took a long drink of the horn.<br/><br/>He turned his attention now toward the Tauren, who had seemingly not had his fill with the female counterpart of his race, and wanted seconds. Surely Ash'therion couldn't blame him. Imaging his girth was not necessary, and it was easy to tell that the human was going to be the tightest fit he could muster into a creature without causing serious or permanent damage. Still, she was apprehensive. There was no part of Ash'therion that drove him to mate with the unwilling, it was too barbaric a prospect. The man let his attention trail from the two and let the Tauren do the pushing-- perhaps she would have a change of heart and he would get a turn-- though he doubted it would be nearly as fun than being the first.<br/><br/>Instead, as if the Sun itself had blessed him with a chance at redemption, the new human strode into the tavern. She did not seem like a slave at all, in fact she seemed like a rather classy one. For one of a short-lived, inferior species of course. He took time to admire the woman's dress and soak in every detail, primarily because it reminded him much of home, and the same for her hair. The man sat back along his seat and watched her drift to the bar, his mildly cocky and bemused expression never leaving him. Ash'therion leaned back to one of the bartenders and muttered something into his large ear once she had settled into a place. Hastefully the goblin made his way to the other and whispered in his ear in turn, causing the other's eyes to grow wide.<br/><br/>The human woman's bartender waltzed over to his patron and handed her the ordered drink.<span style="color: #ff8000">"That Blood Elf guy over there's got your drinks for the night. He said some other convoluted crap like he always does, too, but I can't remember half of it-- so's if you wanna hear it, go talk to him."</span>The goblin walked over to his comrade and gave him a high-five, probably because such an offer often resulted in a generous tip for them as well as the lady.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>