The woman had watched the man nearly turn into a bumbling mess of sweat and nervousness as he stood across from her, his heart beating a pace she was used to hearing from mortal men - from fear or lust she was never certain. The bead of sweat that trailed down his face was amusing as well, as he stumbled for something to say to her as she stared at him with unsettling eyes. With the lack of firelight where she sat her lavender eyes took on a deep red hue as her vision flickered from heat-seeking to as close to human as her spells would allow her to get. Unfortunately, sometimes there were complications and things that slowed her down of affected her from the other side of the blood rituals that she preformed; right now, her vampire was thirsting at an increased desperation and it was causing her to crave blood, hence her asking for the pink wine instead of the usual mead she could have gotten here or anywhere else. She reached into her cloak as the man rushed over to a girl and sent her running to go find some in town because they didn't have it here in store as he had said though she had known from the moment she'd said anything that they wouldn't actually have it. It was too expensive and rarely bought by commoners, thus he wouldn't usually have a need for it though the Drow was not actually a commoner. She was Drow. 

[color=orchid]"Of course." [/color]

Fade responded to his offer as she saw the dwarf get up and hurry out after the human girl who had been watching the noble boy as if he was a prize to be won, or rather, as if he was going to be her dashing prince though she could tell already by the way he stood that he wasn't going to take much interest in a peasant girl for much other than to bed her and leave. It seemed that he was just as eager to get away from her as the bartender seemed to be, naturally though she wouldn't give the man the satisfaction; at least, not quite yet, she liked watching him squirm. With a teasing smile she looked at him across the bar her gaze flickering down to where his fingers were clenching the edge of the bar hard enough that his knuckles were turning white and raised an eyebrow at him in question. [color=orchid]"Are you afraid?"[/color] She asked him, using one free hand to brush a loose lock of hair behind her ear, the point sharp and high, and her ear long as were the elven nobles of the world. She breathed in a single, deep breath, her eyes half closing before she let it out, her breath dancing in the air while it turned to frost because of the magic she had flowed into it. [color=orchid]"Meat would be very nice with the cheese and bread."[/color] She said to him, smiling in a dark glee for how much distress she was causing him but her mood quickly turned sour. 

[i][color=gray]“Beneath the tower the foremen shined
in mail and plate bearing noble device.
From parapet, the maid fair,
did see below her gallant loved one there...”[/color][/i]

The first verse of the human song sounded before she moved, annoyance rolling off of her before her right hand reached out in a blinding swipe that lifted one of the knives from behind the bar up and in her thin fingers were she flicked her wrist and sent it sailing through the air toward the bard. Her gaze traveled over to him where she settled for a dark glare the pinned him as the blade struck the wood beside his head, stuck up to the hilt in it before she settled her hand back on the counter. [color=orchid]"Continue at your own peril, bard." [/color]

[@Illogical Jim][@Mokley]