His smirk broadened, now that he could focus again without the back rubs going on. "Nevah count a mage out, elfy." As he brought his hands out from under the table, offering her the dagger which should have been on her hip. First rule of being a long lived spell slinger, always have tricks, second rule, always have a way to impress, or intimidate your enemies. "Joo done be da only one who can distract." He had a feeling the display may have been ill received, but hoped the trust of returning her blade would keep her from hurting him. Rolling his shoulders and leaning back to crack his back a little, he resumed leaning slightly over the table, elbows off of it, hands wrapping about the kettle as he whispered to himself, steam slowly beginning to rise from the water once more. "So, truce?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, one ear perked, the other lowered. The 'mage hand' spell was a vary rarely learned magic these days, seeing as it proved all but useless in battle. Thankfully, or regrettably, his master had forced him to learn every spell in the tomes that he had the power to cast, regardless of it's practicality or logic. Honestly? Who cares how to make silver were dance?!<br/><br/>Turning back to the barkeep, he asked, as nicely as he could, "Excuse meh, but could we be gettin some chip oh a bit oh dat garlic break ah be smellin?" Presenting more coins for the purchase. "Hope joo did'nah take offense ta da little trick. Ah know most folk done be likin it when we trolls be puttin on da 'big bad voodoo' sheit."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>