"Mm.." she began when she moved her glass to her lips to finish off her water, "No, I wouldn't be in Dalaran if I was on a mission." She waved a hand dismissively while she set her glass down, watching the ice within clink and drop against one another. Man, she felt thirsty tonight. She didn't seem to notice his wandering gaze, or she didn't much care. Instead, she rose a brow in his direction when she heard his nervous comment, a sly smile creeping across her face. For a night interrupted, she was starting to grow more and more amused. As if he was covering for his first compliment, she chuckled when he quickly offered her some of his tea. Her own ears perked as she shifted her weight, "Well thanks on both accounts. I was beginning to regret my decision to hack off all my hair... Barkeep, another cup, please?" She flashed a wide grin at the tender who just rolled his eyes and handed one over. Her eyes glanced over at the troll.<br/><br/>"Relax dear, I'm not going to have your innards for my next meal..." She smiled reassuringly as she reached for the troll's kettle, leaning towards him in the process, pouring the cup. "And if we're kind of on the subject of hair, yours is quite intriguing." She twisted her crossed legs around the stool so that she could better face him, reaching with her free hand to tuck a somewhat loose strand of the mage's hair behind his ear, "Does it fade upon more exposure to the elements?" As she waited for his reply, the elf smiled again and bounced her foot in the air.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>