<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana <br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar, Ta'er</div><br/>Du'an was beginning to vaguely wonder where this was actually going, since the 'woman' was doing a pretty good job at acting like she really wanted him, and he doubted the tipsy trollop was such a good conman. He knew he was attractive, and she<em>was</em>drunk, so maybe that was it. However, his nose wrinkled almost imperceptibly in disgust when she suggested going to the basement.<br/><br/>"... the basement?" he replied, his eyes scanning the inn briefly. He saw his brother come in, and he met his gaze but otherwise didn't acknowledge him outwardly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear casually, at the same moment giving him a signal, his fingers grasping his earlobe for a second before releasing it. It was his way of letting him know he thought the woman was a con-artist, and to be at the ready. He rarely needed help with this kind of thing, but it was nice to have a backup plan as well.<br/><br/>His eyes returned to the woman, a faint smirk coming to his face as he looked over her. Man or woman, she was pretty cute - maybe he could have a bit of fun regardless of her intentions. She wasn't sober, it wasn't like she was in the position to try and say no, after all, and she<em>was</em>leading him on rather aggressively.<br/><br/>"...I suppose that's fine," he said, though the idea still slightly disgusted him. Hopefully it was cleaner than the rest of the inn, though the girl herself at least didn't look as dirty as some of the other harlots working there.