[ Sexy murderers are no longer the topic under consideration; Vanadi's eyes widen for a moment, then close in a sigh. Eighteen. A baby! And admittedly that's still Vanadi to older elves, but, still. ]

Eighteen, I swear to the gods. [ That's a mutter; and then louder, as an accusing finger stabs at Rex's chest: ] You cannot have enough experience yet to be bulling through nameless encounters at the bar. Ask my name, asshole.