He nodded slightly to her last question, hands still trailing the lower half of his hair's length, "Jeah, oh so deh keep tellin meh. But known dem pink skins, it prolleh just be a distaste fo' trolls, ya know?" Shrugging as he glanced up at her a moment. Zer seemed to be relaxing considerably, until he felt something amiss in the stream of hair. One brow furrowing, his face contorted slightly into a focused look, as he pulled a silver brush from his belt, and removed the mageweave ribbon which kept the bottom of his hair in check. "An ya know, jus' cuz ah done be flyin ta'cha wit an axe o' some such, don' be makin me shy, ya know." Suddenly pointing at her with the comb before setting to the task of brushing a few knots out.<br/><br/>Why was he suddenly feeling so bold? Did the barkeep put something in the tea? Nah! Ah hate da taste o' dat booze crap, ain't no way he spilled some in! the mage confided to himself. But he was felling a little fuzzy in the tummy... No pun intended on his fur... "An done joo be worryin bout lil' Zer'zan, ah be knowin a trick o' two fer gettin out o' trouble!" Suddenly trying his best to flash a grin, lopsided and disfigured by his small tusks as it was.<br/><br/>((Should probably warn you... Alcohol makes him bi polar >.< ))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>