She blushed, turning around to lead them into the inner ring of Undercity. She had felt no resistance from both of them as her hands had touched their chests. A deep sigh escaped her lips, the build up tension relieving with the air that filled her useless lungs. "I'm glad, though I have no idea where to find a good winevendor in these districts.. " She looked around and met the empty staring eyes of the rogue, a shiver ran up her spine of the way he looked at her. She straightened her back and looked back daringly, "Perhaps you or Norbert know a way of getting booze around these parts? I normally don't drink anything else but water.."<br/><br/>She looked over her shoulder at the rather startled deathknight. "I hope the knowledge of me being a priest did not scare you by my touch... Some see only the touch of a holy wielder as a threat around these parts, but it wasn't my intention to hurt you both.." She looked down at the pavement, biting her lip softly, a habit she did a lot. It could be seen by the soft red leather she had stitched in the middle of lip. After all those times of being undead sometimes your skin would peel off by great distress. She chuckled softly as her slender fingers touched the little red patch by that memory.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>