An ankle: that was the first thing he noticed as Windy descended the stairs into the taproom. Sandals, regal bearing, elaborate braids: it all screamed haughty elf. Alaine was a decent man but even he had to admire a stunning set of curves and a dress either accidentally or deliberately meant to highlight those curves. The walk and her pose as she scanned the room gave hints of some amazing legs beneath as well. That scan though, like she was picking from a buffet menat exclusively for her, caused a small smile to play across his face.<br/><br/>Alaine had a thing for elfs; some claimed all men had a thing for elves, but Alaine had what he thought was a finer appreciation of the elfish form. He liked the way they swayed with grace, the curves they possessed, and the way they could make five foot nothing look like legs, hips, and ass for miles and days. What the hell if the woman was light uptop, Alaine was an ass man. She had all the right padding in all the right places for him.<br/><br/>The problem was that soemthing in him disbelieved her form's shouted profession of elfishness. His instincts were whispering another word as he traced the elaborate blonde braid, which he had only a small clue as to the significance, and he leaned forward to listen to that inner voice. He trusted his instincts, another benefit of his mother's heritage. Still, the whisper was indecipherable and he sat back with a grunt. He tucked his notes inside his jacket's inner breast pocket then motioned the waitress over, "I'll have another wine and pay for whatever the elfish lady wants."<br/><br/>The woman glanced back and clucked her tongue then sauntered off to take the order. Alaine laughed and noted the response, the elf was known to the waitress somehow. He absently sipped the wine and grimaced, it might as well have been vinegar. He swallowed it anyway as he detested waste. He locked his solid blue orbs on her and waited to gather more information, what was it about this woman that set off his inner alarms? At the very least, she set off other, equally interesting, inner thoughts. He adjusted for comfort as those thoughts warmed his blood. It was measuring up to be an interesting night.