Lisara sat quietly, seemingly she was quite content to sit here and drink whilst she waited, especially if it was on someone else’s coin. Lisara's eyes would scan the room once more and she’d give a brief grimace as she saw the building situation between the two patrons and the poor servant girl. Almost hypnotized by the display for a few moments Lisara would keep her gaze there, seemingly some sick curiosity kept her attention there longer than perhaps it should have.<br/><br/>Eventually however Lisara would pull her gaze away and take another drink from her glass. As she did she would side-eye the Elf, raising a single brow as she watched him stand and slowly begin to approach. That comfortable distance between the two seemed to fade away ever so quickly as he sat down on the chair next to her.<br/><br/>The red headed woman would straighten her back as the elf as sat and now that practiced smile would return to her ruby lips. Slowly she’d tilt her head to gaze sidelong at the Elf that now sat next to her.<span style="color: #b30000">‘Lisara Sunstrike and yes…A peculiar position is certainly one way to put it I suppose…’</span>Lisara would say in her soft velvety voice, letting the statement hang in the air for a few moments before following up on it.<span style="color: #b30000">'So what brings a man such as yourself here Ash'therion? I honestly doubt this type of place is your normal stay-...You seem far too-...Wealthy? Classy? Arrogant perhaps?-..No wait-...Uptight?...Yes that's the word I'm looking for. You seem far to uptight for a place like this...' </span>Lisara would ask in a surprisingly blunt manner, yet her tone was still soft as it lacked the sharpness of her question.<span style="color: #b30000"> 'Then again perhaps that is why you're buying me drinks? Nothing here suit your tastes?'</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>