And as if on cue she assaulted someone. Leir put a han to his chin and watched the younger elf go down. Almost everyone with testicles winced on instinct. And then she came over to him.
"What if I don't want to talk to you?"
Leir's hand dropped away from his chin and he cupped both sets of fingers over his groin.
"Let's not find out," he said.
"They think I'm crazy. And they think you can kill a dragon. I doubt the second, do you doubt the first?"
"No, not really, that's why I wanted to talk to you."
He finally accepted a skin filled with some sort of wine and smiled at her.