<div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/323/6/e/jiroph_by_jennyverse-d870m8h.jpg)</div><br/>He watched her from the side of the cup as he took another drink, unable to resist the sweet taste. That surely was an ironic comparison. Perhaps that was all that they thought about there, he wondered if that indeed was the case. He hoped she would be good for more than that. The mug came down, his hand still on the handle.<strong>"I'd say more like a sword run jagged by striking stone."</strong>She certainly didn't seem the type to enjoy wordplay very much, or find few words enough to speak volumes. As the girl rocked, he shrugged his shoulders and picked up a fork to begin the process of eating the roast.<strong>"You do not have to stay but I would appreciate company, especially if I am to find you in an intimate matter later on."</strong><br/><br/>He hadn't been looking at her as he spoke, instead was focusing on his food as he raised it to his lips and ate. The elf found it good, no doubt and proceeded to act as if it made no difference to him whether she left or not. But Jiroph had wished for her to stay, so he could know a bit more about her and exactly what she was skilled at before she would become close to him in any way. A man with his clothes off was vulnerable man indeed, even more so when blinded by lust. But the latter was something that he didn't intend to let happen. As he swallowed a few more bites, he looked at her.<strong>"Do you have a private place to bathe?"</strong>