Etheda neither noticed their spectators' exit, nor did he particularly care. All that mattered to him at the moment was the girl and all the various things he'd love to ravage her with in bed. Their eyes met for that split second, his bright purple and her shimmering green ones, and he felt a spark of something that was more than their carnal lust for each other's bodies. He assumed it was a bout of nostalgia from her that he picked up; being turned into a blood elf was not something he had wanted himself, and he assumed seeing a high elf was something that sparked a little envy.<br/><br/>Apparently, she had it on her mind for but the most fleeting of moments, for in a couple of seconds her facial expression reverted back to one of wanton desires, and in only a the shortest sliver of a second Etheda had made up his mind for what they were to do. The hand about her waist slid to her front before slipping into the front of her robes and wrapping behind her again, this time to catch more of her warmth and feel<i>her</i>rather than the layers of clothes. "<span style="color: Plum">I can get us a room at the Cantrips and Crows. It's not only closer, but there's also something I've had with the dirtier areas in a town. It's not called 'seedy' for nothing,</span>" he said, and began walking to the place, woman in tow.<br/><br/>As they walked on, he said ponderously, "<span style="color: Plum">I don't believe it would do us very well to not even address one another by name, eh? I am Etheda Helviate, at your service,</span>" putting his hat back on his head and giving her a polite nod.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>