Thomas shrugged, snagging one of the towels as its rather attractive wearer walked past on the end of his rifle, smiling at the flash of skin. He didn't look back at the Elf.<br/><br/>"I dunno. I like it."<br/><br/>He turned to the Bartender, still waiting for his drink.<br/><br/>"Look, if Mei strips off her clothes, will you show us your Elves? We won't ask them to do anything Mei won't."<br/><br/>Thomas smiled lazily, speaking with the confidence of one making proclamations on someone elses behalf.