Tae'loren could not deny the pleasant melody of Elariel's laughter. The hunter loved laughter in general; it was the one sound that, to him, had no equal; it was the only sound that could heal. Despite the good nature of Elariel's laugh, the hunter could not prevent his eyes from briefly watching the gentle, arousing bounce of her chest, round, perky mounds jiggling like a leaf blown by a gentle breeze. Tae'loren smiled, eyes fixing with hers.<br/><br/>Dipping his head in polite gratitude, the hunter accepted the mage's offer of water, pausing, sniffing cautiously, then taking only a small mouthful of the refreshing liquid before handing the skin back. He seated himself, cross-legged, gazing up at the elf thoughtfully. Did he want her to know who he was? To know his lineage? He gave his name only to those that had earned the hunter's trust, and surprisingly, she had, though she was supposed to be his adversary. His glinting golden eyes remained fixed with her brilliant emerald orbs, not to challenge, but to earnestly search. Tae'loren reminded himself that, had she truly meant him harm, she would have bound him, disarmed him, and presented him blind and likely without his armor. She would have subjected him to interrogation at the hands of her colleagues. However, she did not.<br/><br/>“My name is Tae'loren.” he spoke his name with stoicism, hoping to somehow prevent the mage's interest, and from committing it to memory.<br/><br/>He watched her as she leaned against the windowsill of the small quarters, unable to prevent himself from admiring Elariel's sensual, feminine figure. Despite their ethnic differences, she was every bit an elf: her curves were proportionate, perfectly so, and graceful beyond that of any other race. She exuded an aura of elegance and allure that held the hunter's attention. Tae'loren was quickly reminded of just how much time had passed since he had last laid with a female as his eyes settled, unwavering, upon those pert, firm buttcheeks of hers. The angle of her lean could not have been more provocative, causing her rump to jut out, toward the hunter, as though beckoning him to reach for her.<br/><br/>A soft growl, barely audible even for Elariel, escaped the hunter's throat. He stifled it quickly, closing his eyes and inhaling slowly and steadily, reminding himself once more of who he was, and more importantly, why he was here now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>