Lilith almost pouted when the Worgen seemed to 'admit' he had been rude to her. She was a lady, and as intelligent as she was, as well brought up as she might have been, she was weak to such words. Especially such flattery, a male creature realizing his error and working to fix and resolve the situation.<br/>"Well I suppose it would be rude to decline this very much more polite request," she quipped.<br/>With her chin still up in the air, and somehow still managing to look down her nose at the Alliance-born beast, the Blood Elf woman made her way back to 'her' spot on the hilltop, leaving the mist behind.<br/>"I'm afraid I won't be able to answer many questions about my self. There is...only so much I know, at this point," she confessed.<br/>Was it wise to share such vulnerability with someone on the opposite side of the wall, if it could be said to be such? Part of Lilith didn't care. Fate be damned, let him try and use her weakness against her! She would flay him first with spells, then with her very claws -<br/>Catching herself, Lilith spread her dress's skirts out as she lowered herself down to the ground. No, she realized. She wanted to share with him not to dare him to try and raise a paw against her...but because his apology had been just sweet enough to inspire her to offer him something in return.<br/>Was she aroused? No, that desire had long dispersed. Fucking should never take so much effort, Lilith knew. Not for a Blood Elf woman such as she, with diverse and open minded...appetites and tastes. If it were so difficult to aquire, chances are it wasn't worth it. That's how her arrogant and confident spirit saw things, anyway.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>