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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">His gaze met her own during the initial silence, quiet confidence emanating as he watched her drink. Orbs lingering over the minute changes in her expression. Her reaction to the drink bringing a clipped, but joyful, laughter from  his lips. "I never was much for the beach. For all the protection it may offer, you have no idea how much sand can invade my....outfit." his long eyebrows arching upward, wrinkles forming along his forehead as he let another chuckle dispense. Adjusting in his seat so that only the tip of his boots grazed the dust and stain riddled floorboards.<br/>
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His gaze fell to her thigh as she steadied her form, appreciating the continued bronze tone and musculature. "Out of place is still a place within." he murmered, cryptic before his gaze snapped back to her own. Light hearted and cheerful as he began, "Perhaps whomever told you of this place took you for having a different thirst? I confess, it is my first time here as well. On recommendation of one of my clients."<br/>
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He raised a single slender index finger after speaking, head tilting back as the remainder of his drink was lifted toward his awaiting maw. Protruding adams apple bobbing against the flesh of his pale neck as he finished the glass off, his messily tied sanguine tresses teasing the middle of his back. Tilting forward again, he lightly placed the tumbler back onto the bar. Knuckles wrapping against the grain in order for more. As the man turned to face his new found conversational partner, she may find that his cheeke had lightly flushed.<br/>
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"It doesn't bite you know." Words jilted ever so slightly as he had become quite tipsy. One of the few benefits of a short stature, he reminded himself, had been that the term light weight could take on multiple meanings. "My finger...well." a hand gingerly moving to the base of the mechanical digit, twisting in an awkward fashion as the gizmo was released from the threaded socket embedded within his knuckle. "I caught you looking. It's quite alright. I believe if anywhere were a place for wandering eyes...it would be here." miniscule tendrils of steam faded into the air from the object's 'joints'. "Another client made it for me, in payment for goods rendered. Ah!" the sound a sharp mark of surprise, his lesser hand smacking across his forehead as the other offered the finger to her for inspection. "I've been incredibly rude, in that I neglected to introduce myself entirely." despitr having said this, he offered no name in which to be called by. Leaning against the edge of the bar as his view drew toward her floral adornment. Counting the petals to himself in a practiced fashion as he found such an addition more than complimentary to her overall 'look'.</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div>The man was about as cryptic and strange as she had expected by way of his appearance, still Elise had no real strong opinion of the elf other than that he was probably still the most agreeable personality in the room and that he was decidedly a little buzzed from whatever happened to be in his tumbler. The fiery haired human raised an eyebrow curiously as she watched her conversational partner  sway too and fro on his chair and get more than a little red in the cheeks as the liquor he'd all but quaffed began to take root and warm his stomach. She was surprised just how quickly the liquor had really taken hold of him but in the end she figured he was a slender man and gave him the benefit of the doubt. She had just began to sip once more at her own fruity cocktail before the man made mention of her having the peculiar 'thirst' this establishment required and all the statement did was provoke a polite laugh that she quickly hid behind her hand in the manner noble women often would do at court. " Thirst for this?" She looked entirely too amused by the thought and then quickly shook her head, that mirth still lingering in her dark, golden-brown eyes as she searched for the as of yet unnamed man's own. They met and she peered searchingly into them but was of course unable to find anything but more questions and the blackness that she couldn't even begin to imagine how it was brought about. "I've not got a thirst for any of it. I could have much better back in Stormwind." She looked back around the bar and shrugged a shoulder and left it cocked for a few moments before taking one more sip from the contents of her coconut and setting it back down.<br/><br/><br/>Just when she thought the conversation was over however the man surprised her. He made mention of his mechanical digit and again her eyes roamed to it. An eyebrow crooked as seemed to be a favorite gesture of hers and she looked back up once more with those expressive golden-brown orbs before sighing. "I'm not afraid of it biting. I'm not afraid of it in the least. It's just a peculiarity, mind you. In fact you're a bit of an enigma all over and I've been trying to piece together the puzzle of this elf in front of me for the past little while."  Her tone was still jovial but there was a weight behind her blunt words. The assumed noble wasn't mincing her words anymore and the alcohol she'd imbibed so far was definitely loosening up her tongue-- it certainly wasn't becoming of a Lady to draw notice of other's imperfections outside of a gossip circle. "If you're going to accuse me of looking, I might as well be honest as to why." This time she was a little more droll. Of course that exchange quickly led to what she'd assume was the offering of a name but all she got was an extended pause, one that left her laughing in the end, her hands moving to settle on her modestly wide hips as she cocked one upward and gave her new friend a sassy little gaze that spoke to just the kind of fire she had under all the noble etiquette and the good looks.<br/><br/>"That's cute." The humor was back in her voice with force as she drawled out the words, emphasizing cute more than anyone had right to. "Does that often work on ladies? I'm afraid I've fenced enough in my life to know not to leave you with such an opening without a little expected in recompense. What's your offering?" She was definitely fit enough to back of her claim about fencing, her figure one shaped like an hourglass but trim in the waist and strong in the core and arms. She also held herself with confidence.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>