<em>The half-elf nods, musing and smiling, as much at the opportunity before them as his friend's obvious discomfort. Still, now that she's closer to him, she notices something... odd. Something seems to flicker, and at odd angles her keen sight catches glimpses of red flesh... the young, amiable librarian, it seems, is wearing the half-elf form as an illusion... not that he can tell she's noticed, too preoccupied with teasing his friend.<br/><br/>"Certainly. It's our duty to assist any who seek what we can provide."<br/><br/>The aasimar flushes red, knowing perfectly well what they are both insinuating and clearly feeling a little uncomfortable about it, his will strong enough to withstand the snares of her beauty and sensuous aura, though, truthfully.</em>