The Sin'dorei man seemed not at all taken aback, offended, or even surprised by the woman's response. It was perfectly expected to be declined, let alone for a slave to decline on behalf of her master's wishes. She was right, he had heard of her master in passing and knew well of his profession-- though perhaps not to the extent the slave girl elaborated upon. It brought him pause for a long moment, though he was quite trained in keeping a passive composure that he could guise as a moment of haughty amusement.<br/><br/>His attention was caught by the Night Elf, perhaps long enough to betray his composure afterall. The fel-green eyes watched as she sauntered about, and then lightened up with mirth as she ordered a round for the entire tavern. She asked for a room, he thought, she won't be going anywhere soon. Ash'therion flicked his glance back to the human and offered her a rather kind smile this time, having shed the somewhat wolfish expression he wore previous.<span style="color: #b30000">"It seems you would have needed little of my offer, regardless. A sack of gold like that will always bring a goblin to the storefront."</span>The man let out a hearty chuckle, charm oozing from his relaxed and confident features.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Now, like that woman, I am more than willing to spend what I need to get what I want. I am sure you are no stranger to such desire-- it is a mortal necessity to mate."</span>Ash'therion looked her over as he spoke now, words dripping from his mouth like honey and the movement of his green-glowing irises caressing her every curve with his gaze.<span style="color: #b30000">"You've felt the heat between your legs, the feeling of butterflies floating about your abdomen, that straining of your muscles deep within." </span>The man once again chuckled at that, easing back his attempt to allure her.<span style="color: #b30000">"In fact. I'd like to see how you respond to such a thing."</span><br/><br/>Instead, he turned his gaze to the Kal'dorei woman with a wicked smile. His voice raised to accommodate the volume of the tavern, but it still kept on with it's naturally posh tone.<span style="color: #b30000">"Pardon, dear. I hate to interrupt your enjoyment of the scenery, truly I do. However, I require assistance in a bit of an experiment, if you would."</span>The Knight raised a finger and flicked it in his direction.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>