He was sitting comfortably in the corner at the Legerdemain Lounge in Dalaran with his brother and current fix. Tatsuha was in his usual "talk to me and die"-moods, sipping Suramar Spiced tea and scowling at the poor imp acting as his footstool. The "Fix" was babbling about something unimportant, last word he heard was "hair" and the rest was tuned out. He let his eyes roam around, appreciating Emilia's legs as she sat by the door, Sandra's boobs when she bent forward wiping the table near by, ass walking by, tail swish at the bar… He wasn't too picky about race, he appreciated women, period.
It was the quiet that brought his attention back to his "fix". She was looking slightly offended by the fact that he was not paying any attention to her or her story. "What?" He said taking a sip from his wine glass. "You know, you could at least pretend to be interested in what I say, Sayoran." she sniffed. "….." Sayoran could practically hear his brothers eyeroll, not much of a talker that warlock; unless he was casting a curse on your scrawny ass. With a sly smirk, he leaned back in his chair, flipped his long hair and pointedly ogled a human mage who had walked in and was chatting with a draenei leaning on the bar. With a huff she folded her arms which made her breasts jut up which in turn drew his eyes back to her, well, back to her boobs. "You are such an ass! I bet you'd f*ck a gnome if given a chance!" She seethed. Apparently she had missed a warning look from Tatsuha. Well, Sayoran would have to admit that it could be hard to cipher his brothers looks when his face screamed pain, murder-death-kill or die on regular basis. The subtle rising of arched eyebrow was the only indication he had given while conveying the warning. And unless you spoke fluent Uptightasshole, there was no way you could understand his messages.
"You know..." Sayoran drawled "Gnomes are not half bad." Her sharp inhale was not missed by his brother. Tatsuha had just taken a sip of his tea and was lowering his cup back to the table, hearing her, he pulled his cup back up but did not take another drink. With a slow look from her head to her toes, Sayoran let another devastatingly lewd smirk grace his lips. Tatsuha was giving him a "Spare me"-look but it did not have any effect. "Gnomes stay tight." Last syllable was dragged a little while waiting for the inevitable slap he was going to get. She did not disappoint.
With a screech she jumped up from her chair and hit him on his cheek with all the strength she could muster before storming out. Of course she would have tossed Tatsuha's tea on his face had the brother not held the said cup in his hands. The commotion made most of the patrons turn to look at them. Sayoran let out a chuckle while Tatsuha placed his cup down when the imminent danger had passed and his beverage was safe.
"Disgusting." He sneered. "Must you be so vulgar?" Tatsuha inquired monotonously. Sayoran winked and ordered another glass of wine from the lovely Sandra. "How's Coldhoofs?" he smirked looking at his brother. "Tsk" was the only answer Sayoran got which made him laugh out loud again.