<div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/323/6/e/jiroph_by_jennyverse-d870m8h.jpg)</div>Jiroph watched as the limber lass walked away with a cheerful note, he found the figure of speech to be quite odd. Her bodily figure however seemed to be bursting with things that he was taking mixed signals on. And clearly, she had a level of activity that he hadn't quite seen from a typical tavern girl before, first she was hopping bars now she was sliding under the hatch. He wondered if she'd have the patience to fulfill his desires, or if she'd find him too boring. But as she returned he stopped wondering about that and focused on her. She had the mug, which meant the indeed had the drink. A smile lit his lips as she approached and set it down, it had been a while since he had some of the mead.<br/><br/>The elf had waited for her to turn to leave before raising the mug up to his lips and taking a long deep drink from it. By the time he put it down she had spoken again, and he swallowed the last bit of the sweet drink down. The mug was almost a third drained. He understood almost immediately what she meant and didn't take offense, it was typical. A small smile reappeared on his lips when she mentioned that last bit. The question was innocent enough, and he wanted to answer, so he did.<strong>"I'm hoping to take my mind off of recent events, and unwind. Rough on the edges eh?"</strong>He slid the sword off to the side, allowing him to see her a bit better and she him. The simple outfit betrayed his occupation, the sword being a bit of a hint to what he does that winds him up.