The elf's obsession with referring to Elijah as 'Lee-Lee' was beginning to drive the artist mad. He could put up with her lack of grammar but the master bit and the god-awful nickname was too much. He could barely handle his cousins' remarks. He didn't need to be inadvertently teased by an elf on top of everything else.
Pursing his lips, Elijah shook his head. Mopsy appeared again with a plate of food. It was savoury. She'd gotten him cheese, biscuits, grapes -- that sort of thing. Elijah thanked her and she hopped away, announcing she'd get him the bottle of Firewhisky. Eli smiled and reached forward, taking a grape from the stem. He popped it into his mouth and bit down, making the juice squirt slightly as the side split.
After swallowing, Elijah put the cigarette between his lips. He leaned forward, picked up his knife and slipped it into the brie. The knife slipped a little when Elijah felt hands curl onto his shoulders. He gripped it tighter and looked up, the side of his lip quirking when he laid eyes on Natasha.
Elijah followed her with his eyes and watched as she sat down, a light smirk upon her own lips. He took the cigarette from his mouth and let the smoke drift out from his nostrils instead of his mouth.
Impatiently, Elijah opened his mouth and blew out the rest before speaking.
"The Elf can't speak," was his answer. He smiled and flicked the ash into the ashtray Mops had set out for him. "So therefore, I am 'Master Lee-Lee'. I do not wish to be known as such, though."
Elijah watched as Natasha's elf appeared, a plate of steak and a glass of Firewhisky in its hands. It was at that point that Mops reappeared, planting a kiss on his cheek, filling up his glass and leaving the bottle before disappearing. Elijah laughed and wiped his cheek clear before looking up at Natasha again.
Her request was rather straightforward. Elijah mimicked her, raising his own eyebrows.
"I might do," He smiled cheekily, "What's in it for me, love?"