It was good at least that Noah had job security. His was by word of reputation; Elann's was by her showing skill in tests upon interview. In a town focused on fashion, she wondered if she would truly be good enough to do the quality work they demanded. 

He spoke to his hobbies, which brought a smile to her and she perked up a bit at his mentioning of the spear. She didn't know that about him. His vocalizations of what he liked was bringing a bright smile to her face. She loved when he talked to her, and it was in sharp contrast to earlier.

"I don't know honestly if I would be good enough for Zeltiva shops. I would have to see what they are like, but I can give it a try. I don't feel too comfortable opening my own shop there without knowing what the area is like and how people think."

Before she shuffled the offending tied card and flipped the next card over, she stated, "I like that you are learning to use the spear. The warriors of my people use spears and hand axes in combat mostly." 

Though she didn't understand why, the thought of him using the spear was highly attractive to her. He perhaps could feel the growing attraction in their bond the more she thought about him weilding it. 

"I like that you can fight. I like that you are strong."

Her hands moved down to play over his chest and the muscles there. She was not necessarily trying to engage in making love, but she did love his chest and wanted to touch it.

"It's as the Sylirans say, 'sexy'-- 'shamad'...as we say. Which roughly translated means: desirable in a way that you take pleasure, that you want to covet the person, in a beautiful way." 

It was hard for Elann to even remember they were playing cards as she got sucked in mentally to him and his presence, but eventually by pure mental strength, she pulled away a hand to the deck and after sticking the card in the middle, she flopped over an eight.

As she thought, he was likely to win, and only by chance was that not an Ace. 

"Low..." she stated as she turned back to him, closely lingering.