Legolas left the area with the tips of his ears tinged pink. Blessedly they were covered by layers, of hair, of cloth, and he had his back to Buck and he was leaving, so it would remain a secret from all. Elves had their swears, mind you, but they were never quite that crude, and never sexual.

Either way, he wasted no time to strip off the gear, and more importantly, the filthy clothing the very moment he could, from the second the door closed behind him. All equipment put aside, to be cleaned later, clothing already beginning to soak in icy cold water to get the blood out, and he took a quick but thorough shower, skipping washing his hair. Half an hour was not nearly enough to give it the proper attention it demanded, after all.

However he did pull off the tie from the braid, once dry and dressed again, and let it fall loosely over his shoulders and back. Long, smooth and, from having been kept in a braid, wavy, his pride and joy, contrasting starkly with the deep navy of the blazer he picked to wear. Over a simple white dress shirt, and a pair of graphite jeans. Simple, and yet still likely overdressed. But the point of a matter was, Legolas tended to always be overdressed, for just about everything. So it was with someone who enjoyed beauty, and enjoyed looking well.

"Lead the way!" He gestured with his hand in a wide sweep of some of the surrounding, open, area, "I do believe I am at your mercy tonight."