[Lilith mulls over her options. For the first time, her eyes wander toward the troll's face (having been justifiably sidetracked by soaking wet glistening bronzed manflesh and never-before-seen alien jubbly bits). A nose that long would be hideous on a human, and while Kevas is certainly not handsome by HER definition, it takes more than generic Hollywood physique to inspire interest.

And here on the other hand is Zevran, entirely unlike the commercially spammed caricatures of elves she's used to. Santa's jolly helpers don't have facial tattoos, filthy mouths, or bedroom eyes, for that matter. She can't be blamed for curiosity on two ends of the deal.]

Take a rain check and call me, baby. [Lilith makes an exaggerated show of sighing and fanning herself.] Hot in here, or what? I got bunches of explorin' to do, so I'm gonna step on outside and... leave you to it.

[Her exit would be dramatic perfection... if she could phase. She settles for a roguish dimply wink and a happy hop-step out of the temple.]