Her own conscience was buzzing in the back of her head not to go any further, but she had a gut feeling that told her to keep it all up, especially when she saw that grin of his. His reassurances also made her grow a bit bolder and one of her hands slipped away from him to reach into one of her pockets, not for a dagger, but to stick out a fair sum of money for the bartender, "I've got a place in mind..." an ear twitched as she heard the barkeep collect the money and mutter something about it being enough money for two more days. She merely gave him a thumbs up from her hiding place and cooed into the troll's ear, "Well let's see what you've got up your sleeve."<br/><br/>Keeping her one hand still on his robes, her shoulders nudged him forward to leave his seat. She made a note of how close they were in height, as she was one of the shortest night elves she knew, only just past six and a half feet. The thought soon left her mind as, when she was sure he was safely on his feet, she guided him around and toward the rooms the inn had. She was lucky enough to get a room on the second floor of the inn, and moved him toward the stairs, acting as if she were some kind of thug making their next victim go where they wanted. But she was gentle with her actions and touches, figuring if there was going to be any roughness, it'd best be saved for when it was appropriate. Her tongue ran against her teeth before she spoke, "This one, sweetie." She stopped them in front of one of the rooms, door closed, but she soon held out the key she'd had for the room. She was staying at the inn for a couple days while she visited Dalaran, preferring the Underbelly than topside where all the mages gave her suspicious looks. She smirked a bit as she shook her head, letting his hair fall to one side of her, freeing her head as she let him do the honors of opening the door.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>