Alaine chuckled and watched her slink around like a ferret. He did always appreciate elven grace. In fact, the entertainment he had in mind involved that very grace. He leaned against a wall and began to tap a rhythm then hum in a low, sweet voice. Alaine rarely made a thing of it, but his singing voice was quite good. He kept to humming something with a definite rhythm for her to sway to. He raised an eyebrow to see if she got the hint. He wanted a nice, sexy little strip.<br/><br/>Of coirse, his rather hard member still hung from his own pants, but that could be dealt with later.