Oh, that voice. She would know it anywhere, if only for the fact that it far-too-often caused her to physically react when pitched just so - a little frisson up her spine, butterflies in her belly, or even an uncharacteristic weakness in her knees. Such reactions should have been warning signs that she was growing far too attached to the speaker, but it was much too late for any warnings to be heeded at this point.

Tilting her head, Elissa turned to Haytham as her lips quirked into a teasing smirk. "Are you offering to show them how it is done?" she asked.