Ash'therion seemed content to let the goblin's message transfer. While he was certainly filled with wanton desire for the evening, he was more than happy to watch the others have the fun while he awaited his turn. However, the moment her gaze fixed onto hers, his glowing green gaze fixed back. The man charismatically smiled and lifted his drink toward her, and then shifted his gaze elsewhere. The seeds were sewn, and now all he could do was wait for fruit to be grown, or to reap his pockets and try again later.<br/><br/>Instead, there was another spectacle to behold. His first prospect seemed rather distressed by the courting of the Tauren, and soon to be getting her first taste of lust in the form of two rather than one. Such a thing would bother a man of a lower status, but as both an elf and a rather wealthy man-- he somewhat enjoyed watching the poor girl squirm. It brought a smirk of sick amusement to his features that he could scarcely hide on his own, so he simply drank it away and looked elsewhere through out the tavern.<br/><br/>Impatience rarely struck him in a place such as this, but the alcohol had done it's job to slow time in his mind to a crawl. Finding that stoicism suited him none, he made his way to Lisara and sat next to her, bowing his head in greeting.<span style="color: #b30000">"I do apologize for my poor form in this case, dear. While I would normally be a bit more aloof-- the scene nearby threatened to put me in a rather peculiar position." </span>He gestured to the Tauren and human as they prepared to double penetrate the poor slave girl.<span style="color: #b30000"> "I suppose in this case I must take on a more outgoing approach-- begrudgingly of course." He gave a winning smile and took a long sip of his drink. "Ash'therion Dal'serrar. And you are?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>