Clearly unbothered by your disinterested glare, the elf saunters over with a wide smirk on his face, the kind that says "you won't possibly be able to resist me."  Yeah, that sort - annoying and overconfident in the extreme.  As he approaches, you note that the bartender rolls his eyes, and gives a slight shrug to you in the background before going back to his work.<br/><br/>"Hey there," the half-elf says in his best, you-know-you-want-me voice, "Nice bunny suit.  Come round here often, sweetcheeks?"<br/><br/>Outside, a clap of thunder informs you that it may be a long, painful afternoon of waiting.