Riz let Jaime make herself comfortable -- at least a little bit.  She sat on the side of the bed while Jaime got comfortable.  Unlike her human guest, Riz wasn't undressed at all; she hadn't even taken her shoes off!  She did that now, though, unlacing tall boots that climbed up almost to her knees.  "Chicken out," Riz echoed, trying the phrase out.  There was a clack as she tossed the first of her boots to the floor.<br/><br/>While she started on the next of her boots, she spoke up again.  "Do you know elfs, where you're from?  Have you ever thought about ... mm, being with one of us?"  She'd asked that before, to other humans -- and she'd stopped some time ago.  She'd become more and more aware that when they answered 'yes', they didn't mean elfs like her.  Very rare were humans with skin that matched the Dark Elfs, after all, and so many humans idolized the fair-skinned elfs as symbols of beauty.<br/><br/>But this girl wasn't from this place; maybe she'd feel differently.  The second of her boots clacked to the floor, and she started with the rest of her clothes.