<span style="color: purple">"I'm not denying you your right to speak with me, I don't hold myself <i>that</i> high above you. To me, you're just a walking ear with a better sense of direction than me and there's no reason to be upset by that. And... I like being able to talk to you, you just nod and ask the occasional question, I like that." </span>She smiled again and squeezed his shoulder softly.<span style="color: purple">"Well just consider yourself lucky I didn't take after my mother and her almost hilariously ridiculous racism. Then again maybe I'm the lucky one, I don't think I'd be here if I turned out like her."</span>She followed beside him silently then looked down at him after a moment.<span style="color: purple"> "You're eye level with my breasts but you haven't look at them once. Now that I think about it only women have looked at me so far. Maybe the men here know I'm out of their league compared to the cheap Blood Elven women that inhabit the alleys and shadows."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>