<em>Smiling lightly as she moves to snuggle up against the changeling hermaphrodite, almost like a playful, affectionate cat, Willow takes a moment to look up into Ilaneshi's violet gaze, amused that the blonde bombshell hadn't noticed in the least. Sighing, smiling as if this ignorance is endearing, the feykissed beauty raises an arm languidly, pointing a single finger at the white-clad waitress who had greeted the swordsage at the door.<br/><br/>"Her. Alia."<br/><br/>Having done as asked, the feykissed retires to leaning her head against the changeling's shoulder, a hand slipping down to idly, almost absentmindedly stroke the inner thigh of the changeling, unaware of hir other... traits.</em>