Ashura's mouth twitched up in a small smile, shaking his head lightly. "No, I do not hail from Midddle Earth, only been acquainted with quite a few from said place. The particular style of dress is hard to misinterpret this point." There were other reasons, mostly being friends with elves, but that too - they all did seem to share a running sort of common denominator in their clothing.

"I hail from the country of Shurano," he explained. "Though this place is neither my country nor Middle Earth, I am afraid. You find yourself in Paradisa."

And as he said this, Ashura did not see the sprig of mistletoe, hidden high above - the Castle was getting more creative with its hiding places each and every year. But he felt its tug when the magic took hold and he inwardly groaned. He had just met the man and now -? Ah, well, nothing to be done for it, though in his little bit of defiance he refused to immediately let the magic get the better of him.

Even so, he stepped a bit closer to the rather entrancing elf...