Demetri squared his jaw and narrowed his eyes as the elf began to flirt as he had on a couple of other occasions, but he tried to just throw it off as he had on those other occasions. That was until he felt the elves delicate hand slap his bottom, and his eyes flared as Varon skipped forward a bit like a teasing girl he once knew among the Galtean nobility.<em>Don't kill the elf, he's more useful alive than as a smear upon your sword."</em>The careful if near calculated thought ran through his mind, before his form relaxed, and a forced chuckle left his lips.<br/><br/>The fighter dusted off himself in a dignified fashion, before looking the elf who now taunted him in the eye.<strong>"If you want to keep that hand, don't touch me unless it is to pour a healing potion down my throat."</strong>His words were calm and friendly, despite the threat that came along with them, and he even smiled, though the intensity in his eyes betrayed his calm demeanor. That had angered Demetri, but he was a disciplined soldier of Galtea, and he wouldn't let Varon's antics get the better of his decisions. Besides he actually liked that particular elf, which wasn't something the rest of his kind could say, but if he touched his bottom again, he'd rip his delicate face fro his delicate skull.