There I was, gathering feathers so Mirren could sell them and buy more booze. There she was, a Blood Elf doing time in the Arakkoan big house. I was in a hurry, she was injured and probably destined to end up in Big Bird's stewpot. Our eyes only met for an instant, but in that instant we both knew.
She wanted me.
She wanted me bad.
But I knew it was not meant to be - in me dwarf disguise, if I opened that cage I'd just end up having to kill her. So with great sadness I turned my back and left her there.