Tristalze consistently met her gaze as it was drawn. The abyss of his orbs leaving no hint to any pupils, however it could be rather easy to calculate where his stare pierced. His head dipped slightly as the bronzed woman took care of his purchase, glancing at the cleavage in which her currency was produced, wishing the barkeep haste in bringing him yet another whiskey.<br/><br/>"How kind of you! Usually it is the man that buys the drink. Or does a noble such as yourself think I am not of means?" His words a continued light affair, seeming to taunt the woman. Indeed, as she exposed more of that wit and fire, he seemed more encouraged in uncovering it.<br/><br/>As his next glass was brought forth, the Sin'dorei slid away from his stool. Left foot  stretched behind him to push the seat away, his right pivoting until his back rested against the smooth bar-lip. Short hand smoothly slipping the glass into its palm, changing the grip to his calloused fingertips. Splaying the digits which remained along the glass's top as he brought the beverage to rest againsf his hip. It appeared that the elf had a difficult time remaining in one position. Almost as if in a constant state of restlessness.<br/><br/>He remained silent for a few short beats. One finger tapping against his drink as he took the woman's face in once again. Speculative, appearing almost as if making calculations. With the clearing of his throat, the soft nature of his voice fell from his mouth to reach her ears. "If an enigma is pretty, and to you an enigma i am....does that mean you find beauty in something so leathered and trim? Your deductive reasoning does you a benefit, Miss Elise, as full of purpose I most certainly am. But don't look at an enigma," a soft laugh disrupting the stream of his spoken thoughts. Deciding to personalize his message a bit further for her. "Don't look at what you see before you, your enigma, as bad or good. For one is both, and one is neither. Duality will always pit you on the side of burning ships and sore asses. What is good for the cat, is bad for the mouse." drink being brought to his lips, sipping gingerly as the liquid a shade darker than her own eyes was imbibed. Coating his throat and belly in such warmth. "Therefore all things, including enigmas, are both."<br/><br/>Another silence followed, facing the crowd as she had. Back still yet leaning into the bar for support. His expression slipping into amusement, although not lustily so. His chin tilting toward a trio so entangled it was hard to tell where one being began and the other ended.<br/><br/>"You look at them and see vulgarity. Crudeness. I look at them, and I see celebration. We are all inclined to our...proclevities. It is without fear and disregard of the opinion of those who dissaprove do they suck, and fuck. Where they fondle, and tease.  Each have their own reasons, but the result is the same. Love is shared within these walls, if not love....then -purpose-. A uniform and driving goal." His gaze returning to her as he shuffled marginally closer. "Your deductive reasoning found me with purpose, finding my nimble nature and garb to indicate what I am. More directly, what it is I do. But you would only be half right. While my purpose may be with meted with blade or...dare I say an open window, further still my purpose can be carried through herbal remedies for the pained joints of an elder. Through delivering a tender letter to a dangerous home. My true  calling is lost, if not dead. " The description hinting at more than an abstract ideal, Tristalze's voice wavering over so slightly as until now he had been ever so cheerful.<br/><br/>Fortifying his mind with another drink, his flushed cheeks puff with exhalation.The ending to his rather winded speech carried on such breath. "Therefore most of my problems are solved, waiting only for the final one we all must face. Until then, I solve the problem's of others. Whomever might need such services. Both good and bad, for isn't everyone?" A soft wink offered as he finished his glass, placing it on the bar to be refilled.<br/><br/>"That is the purpose in which I am filled." His undamaged hand moving toward his forgotten mechanical digit. Fumbling the item between his palms as he stole a glance at her from the corner of his eyes. "May I use my own deductive reasonings to make a few judgements about yourself?" Before an answer could possibly be given, Tristalze had already carried on. Pointing toward her legs, using his unattached gizmo of a finger in the gesticulation. "I peg you for nobility or high stature not because of your way of speaking. Although distinctive, anyone can learn to speak that way, if they have the mind. It's your skin tone. So complete, and even. So encompassing. Who else but someone of high status would have the time to be kissed by the sun so? While the rest of us might work or toil away at some other insignificant effort." The subtle jibe there attempting to further coax the coals into flame. "Although i certainly don't say this in protest. If an enigma were pretty as you have said, then I too would call you the same." his makeshift pointer finger then gesturing to the crowd surrounding them. "By the way you talk of them, and of how you speak of apetites, i believe you find it distasteful because they share themselves so openly and without reproach. Not because you disagree with the behavior yourself, which leads me to only partial deductions of your own apetite. If you have an apetite, you prefer to keep it silent. Maybe that is why you were suggested to come into such a place." His mechanical appendage soon moving to be threaded back into the socket embedded within his knuckle. "Mayhap, you're searching for candidates. A carnivorous sunflower searching for flesh to take back to your fertile soil? Is the enigma getting under your skin yet? Tell me, how wrong are my deductions?" His gaze meeting her own, steam slipping through the joints of his faux digit as it activated; mimicking the gestures of the neighboring pinky. Eyes filled with a teasing challenge, soft pink tongue running along the front of his teeth as he waited for her reaction. Eagerness drawing every muscle taut.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>