"You seem quite unaffected by it, but as I've heard it's been said around town it seems to be some sort of lust-filled plague, brought down on stormwind with the wind carried along with the cherryblosom." She takes a sip from her mead as she, without looking behind her, freezes the hands of the barkeep attempting to grope her bottom.<br/><br/>"Even though gnomes might be undesirable by you, it seems that some men don't mind the size or race, as long as it has boobs and a bottom to grab.." She pushes back the frozen human, only to sit down on the edge of the back of the seat to face the hight of her companion. Looking her right in the eyes she says:<br/><br/>"What exactly is your occupation actually? You seem like an intelligent engineer, though your knowledge and interfering with the sexual behaviour of others tells me otherwise.."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>