He takes a moment to call the bartender over and order another drink--an appletini this time, so at most he can make some silly comment about it matching her hair--and resigns himself to making sure she gets home safely before he gets down to the brass tacks of what he's planning to do tonight (brass tacks may actually be involved). Being moderately considerate and ethical really sucks sometimes, but it's becoming a habit. He blames the Warden, really.

"I've never heard of night elves," he says. "One of those 'other world' things, no doubt..." He pauses. "I don't feel like he does?" It's a strange thing for someone to say to him. Well, someone who hasn't actually touched him, which narrows it down a bit.