"Is there anything I can do to make the remainder of the trip all the better for you?"<br/><br/>Oh, the answers she could give to a question like this...<br/><br/>Shaera Jholadi's face took on a thoughtful expression as she went over the variety of answers that sprang to mind when this question was asked of her.  About half of those answers were various cheesy pickup lines that she had heard used over the course of her long lifetime, and many of them were in an elven dialect that didn't translate well into the common language of Khorvaire.  They, together with perhaps another quarter of the answers that came to her, were filed together under 'the direct approach', and set aside for the moment.  The woman was a professional stewardess, after all, and in these circumstances, if the elf came on too strong, the cute little half-elf's training would kick in and she would reject the advances the elf planned to make out of hand, without even properly considering them first.  Certainly, one of those approaches could be put to use later, when her guard was down and she would be more receptive to the idea, but for the moment, they would have to wait.<br/><br/>As for the rest of them, a variety of subtler approaches...  Well, some were more complex and others rushed things, but the answer the Valenar warrior gradually settled on was a simple one that would give the two of them some time to get comfortable together before she made her move.<br/><br/>"Well...  I have to admit, it's been a bit of a lonely trip for me, thus far."  She stated, her face taking on a slightly embarrassed smile.  "Would it be too much trouble to ask for you to keep me company?  We could sit and talk, maybe have a few snacks together, or something.  Would that be alright, Miss...?"<br/><br/>And in addition to drawing the woman in, she was fishing for her name now, as well.  By all accounts, this admittedly wasn't the way her patron ancestor, Tysaer Jholadi, preferred to work, but in this day and age, some of his more outdated methods just wouldn't cut it.  One could hardly expect to find some fair elven damsel in need of rescuing from a dragon nowadays, after all.  Still, she was dressed in traditional Valenar garments of blue and white, and her silken veil, her<em>zaelta</em>, or spirit mask, hung at the ready, wrapped around her neck like a scarf, ready to be drawn up and across her face when the time came, when it was time to channel Tysaer's spirit and allow him to live on in the world once more.<br/><br/>And if it turned out that this woman was a stewardess because she liked to travel to far-off and exotic lands, and the veil wound up being like a little extra erotic bonus...  Well, who would she be to complain if she wound up having a little luck like that?  One could always hope for a little luck, after all.