There was no doubt that Hani was upset. Not just angry, because Doryn had danced with Mercedes and never asked her to dance, but frustration for her own silly pride getting in the way. She had no business telling Doryn who he could dance with. They were friends...weren't they? Her face was red with embarassment. For the whole tavern to see her meltdown was humiliating. She let Ethirdir lead them into an alcove where they could talk. She kept her head turned away from Doryn, not wanting to even meet his eyes. Tears stood in hers now, as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked away as Ethirdir spoke.<br/><br/>Was there some truth in what he said? Undoubtably, and she was fighting back the urge to scream at Doryn. He was such a brash, uncouth ruffian! Did he not know how to woo a woman without all that jumping around and tossing her from one end of the dance floor to another? The idea he was afraid to give in to her for fear of losing her was ludicrous. He made so many excuses all the time. And yet it was easy for him to take some barmaid to his bed without a second thought. All she could think of was she was not attractive to him at all and he was just being kind to keep his distance. She had a hard time believing what the Elf said.<br/><br/>She finally glanced at Doryn to see if he had anything to say. She was biting her tongue as it was, and if she did say anything, it might not be nice. But her mind was busy trying to sort it out. He looked like he was confused and uncertain. For a moment she almost felt sorry for him. Biting her lip, she finally blurted out. "Is this true, Captain Aelland? Were you jealous of my dancing with Ethirdir? And for Heaven's sake, would you please explain to me what you mean about the dancing? You had so many opportunities to ask me to dance in the last few months...you always leave when the music starts! Everytime I try to get closer to you, its like you are too busy to even listen to me. Honestly, Doryn, what am I supposed to think? You only want to be friends? You only want to bed the girls who ask for coin in return? I cannot even begin to understand you. I have tried my damnest! But I won't push it anymore. You can dance with whoever you want. I do not own you. On the same footing, you cannot tell me who I can dance with, and getting jealous and acting like a bull in a glass maker's shop is certainly not going to work! Your North country women might like to be tossed around, I DO NOT!"<br/><br/>She stopped then to let him speak. Her eyes glistened with the tears she was fighting to hold back. She had said her piece, now it was up to him.