He would hear her laughing lightly. "Well, your hand was on my hip. That's very lewd in Elf Culture. Let's call it even."
She laughed a little, opening her eyes to look at him. “Elves are really bad at PDA with their significant others,” she told him. “But in olden times, if a male elf wanted to, uh...” She flushed a little, looking away from him for a moment. “...spend time with a female elf, he would put his hand on her waist. It was subtle enough to not draw attention, but it was very deliberate, so she would know what it meant.” She shrugged a little. “Nowadays, it means something similar. If an elf is having relations or is, erm, interested in having relations with someone else, they will put their hand on that person’s waist. Everyone does it, but if you’re caught, it causes quite a scuffle.”
She grinned at him, her eyes crinkling in affection. “Don’t worry; I’m not getting the wrong idea,” she teased, tucking his hair back. “I’m aware that I’m not your type.”
He rolled his eyes and sat up. "We're going to have to go down to Ozepan today. I'm sure there is somewhere we can get more information."
She slid off him, stretching out in the sun as she laid on her back. She stretched a little, her back arching a little as she made a little noise of satisfaction, her eyes fluttering closed. “Should we go not?”
She shook her head, standing up. “No, lets go now,” she said decisively, beginning to roll up the mat.
He nodded slightly, starting towards the docks. They passed some shops, which seemed to grow in number the closer the got.
