[Kythras]

She looked up at him, unsure why he had stood, she remained seated. If it gave him a feeling of superiority then good luck to him, Tway would remain seated. Oh great! An Aasimar, Tway had to walk into a bar and fall head-over-heels for her polar opposite... great!

Her hand unconsciously passed over her horns, feeling the bony protrusions when he talked of her heritage. "Why, love, because you looked like the only decent fellow in the bar, and I didn't figure an incoherent drunk would make excelent company for a night. Perhaps it was fate, I wouldn't wish to presume. But it matters not why I am here, but what you are going to do about it" she knew the answer would set him thinking, that was the idea. Things usually started going better when men thought with their heads, as opposed to their muscles or their crotches...