♡ ((*holds out an arm to keep angry wood elf at bay* She'll enjoy this later, I promise))
Jarlaxle hums pensively, tilting his head to one side, then the other. Tentatively he begins, as though his thoughts are still taking form even as he puts voice to them, “I hardly know the lady wood elf, but judging by what I’ve observed, she seems like she would offer quite a challenge, whether of a pleasant sort or not depending entirely upon her bedfellow. I’ve heard that her kind are ‘savage’, from my own kind for the usual reasons of course, but also from members of her surface kin. However, I do not personally believe preferring the wilds to cities to be a mark of savagery, and if anything, this indicates that everything about their lives, including their love-making, are as vivacious as nature herself! Perhaps the lady in question is this way too, although I dare not stake too much on that claim until I get to know her better.”










