[ It didn't exactly get better with each mouthful, just that her tongue deadened to it. What she wants, she is good at - putting away the things that become too much too quickly. Of moving on when she must, to never lingering longer than she needs to. It was how she stayed alive. Sometimes it was not so easily done. Eyes fixed on him in the candle light. Not so well lit as the bright halls that he was no doubt used to, but that was sort of the point of it wasn't it? Comfortably numb. ]

This is the place for both.

[ Flicks her eyes down, hiding the mischief in them and the words, contemplating her drink as she contemplated him. It was not as if he did not come with a reputation. Handsome enough, for it to be fair one at least. Sips a smaller mouthful, glancing up at him again. Not unfair at all why a lady should like such a thing. Especially when he smiled so easy. Something she did not do so often anymore.

Steal his for herself then. ] Never had much interest in drink. Until I found the cold never came out here. [ Another brittle laugh, hidden behind the lip of her cup. ] I fear I was not made for this weather.