Malkanas grinned, "I certainly like Dathwed far more than Valernya. It fits you more. You might be an elf, but you have the look of a warrior. Leave it to Thrall to see that." She took an especially long drink from her glass. "Maybe you could've gotten them for cheaper, but I'm hardly strapped for cash. I might not look it, but I do work for the Horde... and the Horde rewards those who serve it well."<br/><br/>She took another drink and smiled, "I hope you haven't lost all of your old fury from your berserking days. I've always liked fiery women. You know, they say bloodlust and sexual lust is closely linked. Amongst orcs, at any rate. Protecting folks is admirable, though. I can't tell you how many times I've found myself wishing for a warrior in plate armor between me and something big and nasty tryin' to rearrange the bones in my body." Mal grinned and chuckled.<br/><br/>The half-orc's eye would be drawn downward as the elf turned towards her, giving her quite the view of what her body had to offer. Her gaze snapped back up as Dathwed asked her question, "The drinks were actually a fraction of the cost. Most of it was a tip to get the bartender to give us a bit of privacy." She smirked, "I can be a bit jealous. But, if it did get your attention, all the better. You've certainly got mine."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>