[i]A smug smile crosses Ember's lips as the young elf girl presents her ticket, then wordlessly moves past him toward the side of the ship, and the half-turned man in the wheelchair.[/i]

Unconsciously, he rubs the base of his jaw and twirls a finger in his long flowing red hair while quietly muttering to himself, still waiting for the ship's first officer to answer his 'very important' concerns about the voyage.

('oh my... you can FEEL the frost off THAT ONE... Oh, But you don't fool me little-one, I know you're a hottie deep down underneath all those tight fitting little rags.. Oh yes.. I DO wonder where she's headed..')