Once more as her hand drifts downward his eyes follow, though this time for just a moment as he takes another glance at her breasts and cuts short at her midriff. Meri takes a short swift breath, smiling a tad apprehensively as he flinches at the sharp squeal of the Draenei that passed by earlier having one of her beads pulled out. Again he jots down a few sentences, taking his time before he carefully rips the paper free and holds the note out. "<span style="color: #ff0000">I suppose I should have guessed, the Goblins are very crass and not at all subtle. I had assumed the taverns name was some play on words. This sort of thing happens on occasion though in Silvermoon, I've played some of those parties but am often not a participant. The help and all that, I'm actually not very experienced at all with the act itself. An effect of youth and poor birth. Speaking of my kind though I see you have slightly pointed ears, you have elven blood in you?</span><span style="color: #808080">" After he had handed the woman the note he takes a quick sip from his wine glass, then flips a few pages in his book before playing a little jingle on his violin. This time the voice that sang was a deep Draenic one "</span><span style="color: #0000ff">Who knows, this place might be fun.</span><span style="color: #808080">"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>