He refrained from sighing, before reaching back and rubbing his neck, aware that once again there had been an opportunity for... something, but he had blown it by using the wrong words, once again. Story of his life, really. "Never mind, I was trying to articulate that it was... disheartening that you had given your name to the 'not-elf' but not the one trying to work with you for a mutually beneficial relationship."<br/><br/>He suddenly felt tired, and shook his head. "Nevermind, it wasn't important. So, feeling a bit better now that you have had a couple weeks of being full again?"<br/><br/>He nodded toward the bed in the corner behind them, finished with the last of the paperwork for now, and then headed for it, glad that his weapons and armor were already off and on their stands. He did swing by the door to lock it, ensuring some privacy, before heading to the bed, stripping as he went, tossing the clothing in a basket just for used clothing, to keep them from cluttering the place up.