The day started out innocently enough. Azathal had stopped by the Omelette O'Plenty to say hello. However, it didn't just stop there. Their conversations had branched into several aspects of her new found life that she had not considered too deeply due to fear. Friendship. Affection. Dreams. Hopes. His expression when she said she had neither of the last two gave her concern. But after explaining as to why he seemed to understand to a point. And she was unsure of the first two. Those were glass gentle subjects for her.

This conversation, however and quite unlucky for him, didn't remain too long until they filtered to the main subject of things. Declaring he was unable to wear his armor to the festival, which confused the paladin, she made sure he understood that he would be wearing something to match with the crowd. He would be dressed in something festive. However, since most of her money was stashed away elsewhere she had to dip into the tip jar, to later be replaced of course, before the Paladin's arm was snatched and the poor man was dragged out of the shop by the dancer.

"My my, forceful, aren't we?" he grinned and followed along.

"I rather not have my date passing out in pain or exhaustion." Yes she used the d-word. Bet Cor's hidden cams are just eating that one up. But really she did worry about him in all the festive glory in that heavy armor. Even if made of light weight material it still weighed a good bit and there was no way that it could be cool in that suit of armor.

"Exhaustion and pain" I wear this all the time and have fought plenty of battles in it, a night of dancing isn't going to exhaust me."

His excuse made her chuckle quietly. A single digit moved over to poke his armor. "Is to protect you in battle. Not protect you from having fun." Then she gestured to her clothing. "See what I am wearing" Festive. Fun. Shows points of my body vital when I dance. Now stop arguing or I'll make sure you go shirtless too!"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" he asked with a wide grin, before shrugging and looking down to the sword on his belt. "What about this" My blade" Am I not allowed to carry that either?"

His words had totally caught her off guard and she felt a blush creep to her cheeks. Offensively she squinted over at him, carefully avoiding the sword-belt question. "What are you attempting to say I am going to drool over you or something?"

"Drool" Now now, listen love, telling me about this so soon isn't good for us, it's our first date," how the mirth and mischief glinted in his azure eyes then that made her want to laugh out loud. She had never met a paladin with a sense of humor like this one. How intresting. And an elven to boot.

For a period of time when they first met she actually expected him to draw his sword forth and claim her a shame to his race, striking her down as any enemy. She was glad to know she had been wrong. Collecting from his thoughts her lashes fluttered and she leaned into his arm. "Oh but you are the one starting it, Make me all hot and bothered wearing that heavy armor!" Which in a way was true. It bothered her but not in the way the joke intended.

This time it was she who caught him off guard, if only for an instant but he was so quick with his retort that it went unnoticed to her. "Ah, no wonder you were threatening to pry it off of me, so eager."

Coming upon that familiar shop she began to bat her eyes all innocent like, coins tucked away in the bow of her top when he wasn't looking. Hands freed she was all but urging him into the shop where the elderly old woman waited. She grinned at seeing the two of them but for the moment, Prise'a was lost in the conversation. "I've been caught!" And with a laugh and sweep of her bare feet, she danced off to browse for his soon to be new outfit.

"Lords, what?re you going to put me in?" She heard him chuckling, still near the door so a slender finger pointed him towards the dressing room.

"Go strip." Suddenly her head bounced up as attention went from the clothes to him . Realizing what she said could be taken out of context. "Out of the armor!" Was quickly added. But it was too late. He was already wearing a grin and the elderly woman was getting herself quite a few giggles out of it.

"As I've said, it's our first date, you're being far too forward," he smirked but nevertheless, wandered off to the dressing room to extricate himself from his armor.

After shooting the elderly old woman a playful yet 'doom to you'look she stepped towards the dressing rooms to toss a pair of white silk pants over the door The pants fashioned loose to the legs and tampered at the ankles. He emerged from the dressing room to catch the pants, still wearing half his armor, the metals plates that covered his padded pants being the only thing remaining. "Oh?" he grinned. "Maybe I'll get a chance to see what it really is then," musing he seemed to enjoy teasing her. Maybe seeing how far he could push her. She wasn't quite so sure either way.

A slender finger pointed him back to the dressing room, a smirk dancing on her pale lips. "Get back in there and try those on." Brows arched faintly and that smirk tugged even more. "You almost sound hopeful."

"Never said I wasn't," he replied in an almost musical voice as he slipped back into the dressing room and continued to remove all the armor, walking out a moment later with the odd pants on. At least they were odd to him. To her they were normal comfort wear.

Circling around him she took the time to test the waist and ankles as well as the leg length that way he wouldn't be uncomfortable in them. "Hmm. Not too bad. A little looser then expected. What are you. A stick in there?" She wanted to poke his thigh but restrained from doing it.

"I don't eat a lot and exercise often," he shrugged, patting his stomach lightly. He wasn't that thin, he preferred athletic. She would of begged to differ. But maybe it was just because he was elven.

She was teasing him of course. Stepping back her hands swayed along her waist. "Well lets see. Follow lead?" Hands smoothed along the air at her side as hips shifted sharply in what would be considered as ticks. Smooth motions that kept the rest of her body still except for the area needed which at the moment was her hips. With each sharp thrust up of hip the crimson fabric danced about her ankles. Just a few given before hands motioned towards him, gesturing for him to show her what he got. After all he did say he could dance.

"Eh...why?" He tilted his head faintly, arching a brow at her.

That made her laugh. It was a warm, deep laughter that fell from her lips. "You said you were going to dance with me!" Never did he say just at the festival. Mwhahha. Besides the elderly old woman deserved a show and boy was she watching intently. Thing was, unknown to the lot, they where being spied on by another party that seemed to be cheering Prise'a on in getting the elven to dance. This figure was never seen or realized as she and the elven continued on. One hip jerked up and in a smooth pelvic motion rotated from one to the other before the opposite hip gave a sharp tick.

"Oh sure, at the festival perhaps, but not here, in the middle of a shop," he shook his head quickly.

Her fingers curled into her palms and knuckles settled onto her hips at his words. "Afraid to show me what you got' Not too long ago you seemed wanting to showoff!"

He gave her a flat look. "Afraid" I battled a host of imps and a greater demon this morning!" he huffed. "I'm not afraid of a simple dance," funny, how he didn't dance anyways, and pulled out the waistband of the pants he was wearing, then let it snap back into place. "Besides, you said they're a bit loose."

Excuses! "A bit more loose then normal but they are fine. They are suppose to be loose." Hands raise even with her bust line and playfully she rolled her torso, tightening muscles and relaxing to draw them in. From breastbone to pelvic then right back up the muscles seemed to roll as in perfect harmony. She didn't expect him to do this and in fact if he had no prior knowledge on how to she wouldn't allow him to do something so advanced. He could very well hurt himself.

He glanced toward the door, thinking he heard something, then turned back to Prise'a. "I still don't understand why I should dance here."

Bah! All the fun was gone. Apparently he was a shy one after all. Hmm. Hands settled near her hips again and she rotated them again in a slow, sensual sway from one hip to the other. A step smooth forward and she started to dance to his right side. Hip tapping his she smirked playfully. "Come on! You know you wanna!"

In the shadows the spy seemed to be smiling. Thinking she happened upon a couple. Remaining quiet the figure waited in hopes to see some 'action'. However, she and Azathal were not such a thing.

Finally he gave in, grunting something, then shrugged. "Fine, but I get to tip you after this," he smirked back, then waited for a moment, watching studying, possibly lingering a bit too long, but soon enough was doing as she said, and following suit, danced.

The fact his eyes lingered never seemed to catch her attention. It was his thread of tipping her that did steal her attention. Well that was stroking a button of annoyance. "You tip me and I'll make you undulation an watch you wither in pain for weeks." Smirking she circled around him until she was standing side to side. He would be given several motions to follow, simple hip rolls and pelvic thrusts coupled with snake-like arm movements that kept the shoulders and chest area still. She knew it was a lie. Making him undulate would cause far too great pain if he did something wrong and she wasn't going to do that to him.

He smirked, and simply winked in response as he focused on her movements, and then mirrored them as directed. "You know, this is an awful lot of work just to pick out a pair of pants."

Eyes sparkled with mirth and she guided him into a full circle until their backs were to their original spot. She would show him figure eights with the flow of his hips then show to bring up heel to 'tick' that hip. This of course was for the delight of the elderly woman. Really the dancer was expecting some whooping and hollering soon. "Do that a few times for me." And with that she danced away to retrieve something.

He did, and finally stopped and peered at her. "You were just wanting to see some waggling hips, weren't you?" he smirked, his head tilting faintly as he watched her.

Snap of dark fabric that was the waist sash licked his rear in a sharp snap. "I didn't say stop!"

He countered with a smirk and a little tilt of his head. "What are you? My dance coach now" I thought we were just picking out something for me to wear to the festival?"

"I want to make sure my date can dance." Moving around him the coined sash was tied around his waist and just to be evil she tweaked his thighs though the pants. "I am just making sure that you have the moves to make sure that all those single girls eyes will be on you." She smirked to herself. By the time the night was over she was going to make sure he new friends and maybe a lovely thing to lust after.

"My my, trying to get rid of me already?" brows arched up. "One day out together and already planning it," he let out a mock sigh.

"Oh I know for a fact that you may be going with me but you will probably be leaving with another lass." Tugging the sides a bit low at his hips she stepped back to make sure all looked alright. Dark blue sash with gold coin trim and white pants. He was going to stand out for sure. "There. Now you will fit in better."

He chuckled, then shrugged and leaned back to look down at his pants. "I probably wouldn't have chosen this, if it were up to me."

"No you would of wore that bulky armor. Now do you want a shirt and vest' Or maybe just a vest." Reaching over his belly was poked. "I think you should show off your torso myself. The girls will love it!"

"I'm sure you will," he smirked. "So hell bent on making all these other girls liking me, eh?" he chuckled. "What about yourself?"

"You are avoiding my question. And why are you so interested in what I would think?" Leaning on heels she peered at him.

"You misunderstood me," he chuckled. "I mean, what of yourself and your own appearance, not going to focus on what you're wearing" Only me" I"m a paladin, at the end of it all, it'll be armor and swords for me once again."

"I only brought enough coins to get your stuff. Besides what?s wrong with what I am wearing?" Brow lifts and off to the merchant to pay. The old woman was giggling quietly and thanking her profusely for the show. Quiet grin and a wink before her attention turned onto the paladin.

"Nothing is wrong with it, but you shouldn't wear your normal clothes to this, you should get something special for the occasion," he shook his head. "Besides, I can pay for my own," he ambled back toward the dressing room where his gear waited. "You go find something you'd like."

"Too late already paid for!" Another wink to the elderly woman as the dancer ventured for the door. Figuring it might take him a while to get that armor back on the bag she held was toyed with.

"No no no!" he cried as he poked ihs head out of the dressing room. "You get back here and pick something out, there's no way you're not going to let me tip you, then by clothes for me!" he protested with narrowed eyes, jerking his head back toward the shop. "C'mon, find something." not asking.

Mirror eyes danced away and she simply pretended like she didn't hear. "Hurry up and put your shiny tin can on. I need to get back to work before I am caught ditching work."

He peered at her, then grunted. "You've got 'til the count of three," he warned as he stepped out of the dressing room, not wearing his armor, but rather, wearing the leather pants and thin shirt he wore beneath the metal plates. "One..." he started ominously.

That sounded like a challenge to her! Count of one, the bag was lowered near the door. The figure who was hiding flushed up against the wall, not expecting the dancer's sudden approach. By the time three was proclaimed she would be gone.

"Two," he waited for her, peering as if he was daring her to walk out.

Prise'a hand rose to the doorknob and the door was opened.

"Three," peer!

"Welp, work calls. I will see you later!" Quick wave of the hand and out the door right when the 'th' left his lips. And she scampered off at high speed towards the O.O.

Bare feet and all, he was like a bullet rushing out after her. Lords could that elf move, but then again, he was fast in his armor, it was no surprise he was even faster without it.

And she was use to speeding away from capturers so it would be no surprise that she was quick and nimble. By the time he was out the door she was off weaving between stalls. She knew he wasn't that far behind but she was going to get away!

"I know where you work!" he called after her. "And don't doubt for one second, that I won't find you later on!" he warned before heading back in to retrieve his things.

She giggled to herself. If he did come what possibly could he do' Humming she pranced the rest of the way to the O.O in victory.