Ordhan had not even noticed the elf that sat next to Lillian; she was just another worker, and one the guard would not have hired. He did not hate elves as much as some might have but he did not necessarily like them, either, and certainly would not have taken one to bed.
Though Ordhan had grown far more direct in his dealings, here, no longer hovering by the wall waiting for Lillian to see him and invite him away, she always led the way. "Yes," he admitted, some of the strain already relaxed from his voice, tightness in his shoulders fading as her hands coaxed warmth into his. The exchange was oddly domestic; were Ordhan's mind not so firmly set on distressing things, he would have slipped easily into his mind-world of it not being a whore who welcomed him indoors and held his hands.
Absently, he turned one of his hands and curled the fingers around hers. "Please," was his only answer. Though they had two years' familiarity behind them, Ordhan had never abandoned the habitual manners, nor took the rough, possessive approach that quite a few of the regulars dared. Even so, if they didn't go somewhere soon, he felt that his shameful tale would spill out of them before he could hide it away behind closed doors. He followed the moment she began to turn him away, letting one arm slip behind her back around her waist.