"A spear-staff!" Janaece arched her fair eyebrows mirthfully. "Or is it staff-spear, I can never remember...mm, yes, one of my rescuers was a blender of spells and sword, sometimes channeling the one through the other. I suppose it<em>was</em>a lifesaver - my life, to be specific, on the aforementioned occasion."<br/><br/>While she spoke, her head was tilted towards Mideala, and the glass tilted to the elf-girl's gold lips. Janaece watched her drink with an enchanted look in her eyes, their crystal blue irises seeming even brighter for the contrast of the encircling forest green eyemask.<br/><br/>A breathless sigh escaped her own lips as she felt Mideala's upon her wrist. It was such a sensitive spot, in a most delightful way. She tipped the glass back to empty it down her own thought, all so that she could place the glass back upon the tray of the circling-about serving girl, and cup the freed hand across the elf's cheek and chin. Janaece's thumb brushed her lower lip, nudging a few stray champagne droplets into her mouth.<br/><br/>She leaned a bit closer, and murmured, "Your gold lips...it's a gorgeous touch, and how it matches the mask. Is it a gloss or gold dust you wear? Or your own coloration? The elves of my world have several strains of coloration, so I can't even be sure. Either way, it's fetching..."<br/><br/>She leaned in as she whispered, so close her breath brushed the elf's other cheek; it was about as they could get without either their masks touching, due to the little snakes on Janaece's, unless she or the elf tilted her head diagonally. "...and I ought confess that, either way, golden gloss or lip-skin, I was wondering how it tastes."