Demetri heard the elf out, after his party had gotten done with their goofing words. He didn't like the attitude the woman was representing, she was acting as if this was a waste of her time, and he knew it couldn't have been or she would have taken the time to come down here in the first place. His eyes narrowed, and he glared a little.<strong>"I think we-I will need to know why everyone is treating it like a secret, before I'll be willing to take MY time to speak on it with you."</strong>He told her in a flat tone, not willing to back down on that position.<br/><br/><strong>"And if you were really that strapped for time, then speaking with us in the first place would have been a waste of time, so don't give us that crap."</strong>His tone was still cordial, even if his words were less than, and he eyed the woman carefully. Demetri was already tired of haughty attitudes for one day, and he didn't like elves too much to begin with. She was obviously older than Varon, and had been raised in Elven culture, unlike his friend. That alone was enough for him to dislike her, and her attitude wasn't doing her any favors. Of course, the same could be said about him, but he wasn't the one asking for information either.