Alaine looked at her long and hard, suspicious, then he shrugged and downed his glass of wine in one gulp before moving toward her again. He was just a bit frustrated at this high and mighty elf and he was thinking some unkind things as he grabbed for the braid hanging down her back and gave it a not hard but solid tug, "You're a flaming tease. You act all high and mighty, but you wouldn't be in this Inn and this to..."<br/><br/>Suddenly Alaine paused and his eyes focused on her face. Something was churning behind his eyes as he explored her face intensely. His solid blue gaze peered into her emerald one and his mouth worked as if he was working at some new puzzle. Thenproblem was, his alcohol daze was just a bit too thick for the suspicions in his mind to fully manifest.<br/><br/>"Well, and if you weren't looking for a bit of... fun, you would not be in the bathhouse. The invitation was obvious enough, but in case you want to leave imaginations out of it, I am proposing we rut like animals in heat until we pass out from drink or exhaustion. Personally, I hope it's exhaustion. I'd love to see just how well that little vody can keep up." He tugged the braid a touch harder and pushed himself toward her. If shenallowed her head to pull back with her hair, she'd find honey sweet lips, a hard heated body, and some raw sexual desire pressed right up against her. His member was avertising its desire for her to her inner thigh and his free hand was making to grasp a handful of her arse meat and lift her even more forcefully into the looming carnal encounter forcefully but not forcing. His arms were such that she was enclosed in his presence physically and sexually, but there was a too convenient place for her to slip out if that was her wish.<br/><br/>Alaine was, despite the drink, very interested in her consent and willing participation in the upcoming fornication, no matter what type it ended up being.