Loof seemed terribly torn, her eyes kept flicking from the body under her hand to the door. Her hand moved over the warm soft flesh a little, stroking, feeling, touching. The Elf licked her lips, narrowed her eyes. Her hand lifted, reached up and came within a whisker of palming a breast before lifting away completely.<br/><br/>Loof unfolded to her full height and stepped around the recumbent form headed for the door. "I will fetch one of your mystics. Have them deal with this." She assured Talli, her voice sounding a little conflicted. The knife vanishing back into is sheath as she walked, again without Loof looking to check her aim.