This one thinks he has too much irony in life. He has little luck in 'chasing tail' but has his 'tail chased' without warning!<br/><br/>::: Although it could be noted that the khajiit's expression relaxed somewhat as his tail swayed and its tip danced around moodily, the sway trailing low only to rise up higher, keeping off the floor then to see how long the particular game would last. Humming slightly and sipping on a mug of honey mead, he then paused for a moment to mutter :::<br/><br/>It is sad to realize one's tail might be luckier in love than one themselves.<br/><br/>::: Speaking his comment in complete dead-pan manner, the Khajiit cast a look back and made a show of hissing at his tail which he happened to let droop as if the tail itself was sulking, before the khajiit turned to look away again and sip on his honey mead. :::