"Intriguing..." She said as she took the offered flower, smiling a bit as she twirled it between her fingers, watching it dance. "But if you're going to put it that way, then a rogue and an assassin are just as different as a mage and a wizard." She looked up at him with a devious expression before suddenly disappearing, as if she were melting into the shadows. She snuck away from her stool, sure, but stayed close enough that the troll could hear her. Before speaking, there was a low chuckle that escaped her, sounding enticing to some and eerie to others.<br/><br/>"If I were a mere rogue, I'd have already struck you in the back, not bothering to find out if there were traps or not. Instead..." She got close enough to blow a stream of cool air across his cheek before moving away, "Assassins watch and learn from their prey. They find their weaknesses and their blind spots, as well as keeping an open eye on their movements. If a trap were going to be set up, they'd notice." Another low giggle escaped her as she approached the troll from behind, keeping low in case he'd try to swing his arms behind him. But once she was sure he wasn't going to do that, she stood, her shoulders at his chest, considering the stools were awfully high, and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself up against his back. The elf propped her chin on his shoulder and muttered to him in a husky voice, "And that's when they make their move, silent, making sure they had the upper hand, and always prepared for a surprise." Her words came out almost in a purr into his ear, her chest wiggling against the troll's back, remembering his reactions to when his back was messed with previously. Her hands stayed at his waist, but seemed dangerously close to everything he might consider precious to him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>