Clapping his hands, the elf smirks quite dangerously, crouching a bit to get a peek up your short skirt while you arch your back.  He likes what he's seeing now, and bites his thumb excitedly.  "Mmnh, yes yes!  That's so much better!"  You have to wonder if the girls upstairs went through this sort of interview, or if you're exactly his type of nyah-ing kitty-eared desperate-for-gold waitress.  "Did you work at a cafe before?  I wonder..."<br/><br/>He rocks his head and upper body left to right thinking about something, mumbling to himself.  Suddenly though, like he can't help himself, he gives that tush a little smack.  "Maybe..."