[Erenthril Mael'tharias]

Her voice was…well, exquisite, and quite the pleaser on the ears if anyone were to ask. It was smooth and rich in all the right places, accentuated with a sultry undertone of sensual comfort and confidence in her being. All of this, of course, combined to make a rather smooth criminal in Eren’s opinion, even as her words caressed his ears and grazed his thoughts. The wall wasn’t nearly as fascinating as the woman whom had just stepped into the limelight a bit more than he’d expected – or perhaps her more feminine attributes were getting the best of him and distracting?

“Ha, you should probably get out more,” Eren responded with a sheepish wave through his hair before his hand settled awkwardly into his pocket. It was rather unusual to talk to someone whom refused to be seen, that is, directly, and given her face was ambiguous as her name at this point, the Elflord really was rather caught off guard by this unexpected assault upon his rationality. Far too concerned with not making a fool of himself, the wall lay cast aside for the moment, all but forgotten, as his attention instead riveted upon this odd but quickly enjoyable confrontation. A small smile fleetingly flashed through his lips, displaying pearly whites in obvious bemusement when she pegged him for what he was. “ Guess you know best, then,” he shrugged, letting the issue roll off – she could suspect what she wanted, he’d neither confirm nor deny it. Wasn’t how he played. He preferred to keep his cards close rather than flash them pompously – something that made him quite a bit different from his peers or colleagues in such regard.

Still, it occurred to him he might walk away from this conversation losing face, that is…throwing all sense of hubris and pride out the door in order to make a proper fool of himself. She had a presence that was more dominating than his own, and that was saying something of monolithic proportions when a stranger forced him to check his own self. It was both simultaneously intriguing and exotic; and he liked it.

The conversation spun back to the wall, and the Elf glanced at it somewhat dismally, frowning in its impotent ugliness compared to the voice that was gracing his ears. The antithesis of beauty, and yet she seemed quite concerned about it. Should he be as well? Feth, he was questioning himself already. “Just a few, Arwen, I must say you’ve commandeered my attention from it for the moment,” he chuckled quietly before she stepped into the light, ridding himself of the instilled self-doubt her own personality had seduced into his own.

And then, mercy was thrust down upon him, wanted or not.

If there was ever a handful of women to bring Eren to his knees, this was one of them. It was all he could muster to keep his jaw from hinging open, to slow that small gape into a concealed yet boyishly charming smile, to check himself mentally and physically as he basked in her presence. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and given the way she’d approached him, he suspected a few men had indeed dropped dead in one way or another. Still, it was time to up the moxie, and even though Erenthril lacked the sure-footed confidence in his image and rugged looks that she seemingly embraced in her own sultry appearance, he still possessed that elfin flair and subtle grace that accompanied all of his movements.

“Erenthril Mael’tharias – a pleasure to meet you Miss…?” he paused, watching as she continued to step forward. Breathing shallowly as she stepped closer to him, Erenthril took her right hand lightly in his own and held it up, planting a soft and subtle kiss upon it, before retreating a step respectfully. Child’s play, but the epitome of courtesy nonetheless.

“I take it you’ve been here for a while?” he asked, gaze averting briefly back to the wall before enthralling itself in her own eyes.