[Rex just has to let out a chuckle at that joke- It's right up his alley.]

Yeah? I'll bet.

[Just like on days where the bad guys nope out of situations entirely of their own accord, Rex finds that this kind of no-stakes encounter is wildly exhilarating in its own right. There's no need to guard his secret identity here or worry about government agents trying to get their revenge, and after this night ends, he could easily ditch this guy, crawl back into his tent, and forget any of this ever happened.

Instead of having to be punched in the face by the same person at target practice the following day.]

Would you happen to like 'em big, tan, and with a little bit of a curve?

[It's a bold move to assume that he'd be on the larger end of whatever this supposedly seasoned and promiscuous elf man might have encountered. Then again, peacocking is sort of Rex's bag anyway.]

'Cause if so, I might be able to make you very happy tonight.

[The state of the inn doesn't matter. Small or dark as the room may be, it's private, and is a major step up from sleeping on the ground next to Sir Drools-a-Lot.]

Or well! I can try.