Damon shut that thought down immediately. "I am not," he said with a flat voice, "drinking anything that changes my race."
The elder wiped a lingering tear of amusement. "Yes, yes, I know. If such an elixir truly existed, half the continent would be elves by now, though our forests would collapse under the weight of all their romantic expectations." He sighed dramatically. "Mortals are exhausting."
Damon ignored the guy and came straight to the point. "How much longer do you think the trial is going to take?" He talked about Lirae again.
The old elf stopped laughing and looked at Damon with a mysterious glint in his eyes. "Quite the smitten bloodsucker, aren't you? Only thinking of my granddaughter all the time, hmmm? Say, brat, what are your plans for her after you take her away from me?"
