Seating Area - 11:30pm - Rose & Artair
He tilted his head slightly as she shifted and realized, ah, that was not a costume corset. Such a thing had to be uncomfortable for a modern woman. Artair had come to realize they had stopped training themselves for such thing many, many years ago. A shame, they flattered the figure so well - and she did have quite a beautiful figure. But he became distracted by a sound, nervous that the pixies were coming back. He turned his head, ears up again and eyes wide as he checked. Artair's ears went backward, then up, then back again before he relaxed. Right. Okay. Everything was fine.
"Ah, I see," he stated plainly to her explanation. It was well done and simplistic. He appreciated it. "My people had to retreat to the faerie realms as we became hunted and wars broke out in the human world. I did not return to this realm until January of this year so I missed much." He lay down on the table - if a cat could frown, he certainly was, and any hint of purring vanished.