Blade growled with mild annoyance as Lyari pulled away from him to go take care of some unknown business. And just when he'd been about to retort to her earlier comment that she was enjoying herself too much to remove herself from his reach. He opted for something more neutral instead, "I'll hold you to that promise," he said with a grin.<br/><br/>He turned back to his drink as the elf disappeared into the kitchen and sulked at the loss of his prey. But as he downed another gulp of mead he heard the faintest whisper in his ear and felt a chill breeze play across the nape of his neck like the delicate fingers of a lover, causing him to look up and catch a glimpse of a red garbed female on the second floor of the tavern. She seemed to be beckoning him, and though his beer addled brain's first instinct was to go to the attractive woman, he was also still smitten with the thought of having Lyari bent over a table. The argonian glanced back at the door the owner had disappeared through once more before grinning up at elf atop the stairs. He'd make it up to Lyari later if she'd have him, but right now he had a trap to spring. Blade threw back his mug, swallowing the rest of his beverage before licking his chops and making his way up the stairs. He approached the scantily clad elf with his head quizzically cocked to the side and a grin on his reptilian features. Stopping next to her, he placed a hand on the door jamb of the room she'd begun sidling into and leaned closer to her. "Mmmnn," he mumbled while his frigid eyes roamed her body as if inspecting an exotic delicacy, "and who might you be?"