<br/>Windy regarded him for a moment, but the only part of her that moved was her eyes.  Internally her brows rose in pleasant surprise, but outwardly they remained remarkably level.  After another moment passed she would artfully peel herself from the doorway, pluck the glass of wine from his hand and brush past him all the same graceful motion, demurely glancing back over one shoulder as she made her way deeper into the bath house.<br/><br/>"You are a bold one.  But many humans are, I suppose."  She spoke with a tone of mild amusement, eyeing the wine once she turned her head forward.  Windy had to admit she'd never had the particular vintage, but a faint sniff told her it was pungent, at least.  Pausing at the edge of the bath, the elf girl had to admit he certainly had the equipment to make the night more interesting than previous liaisons- provided he knew how to use it.  In that regard she did have a good feeling, but not so good a one as to drop character.  He had her where he wanted her, more or less, so she would let him continue in his bold way of doing things to keep his suspicions mild.<br/><br/>To that end, Windy turned around on heel neatly and took a drink of the wine, taking in about half the glass as she regarded him, her prim, white dress spinning with her and then settling neatly as the moisture of the room began to cling to her light-colored skin and golden hair.