Ereza
Velaeri Mortaine
"No," came the straight-faced reply of the Noghri.
Amore pursed her lips, eyebrows high in shock. She slowly -very slowly- turned away, immediately snapping on a cheery expression as the barkeep returned.
The barkeep glanced at the heated staring contest currently underway between the two Assassins before leaning down towards her, "Should I call security, Highness?"
"Actually," Amore responded, "I would very much like another round for myself and this gentleman. Oh, do you have any snacks? I'm feeling rather peckish and I'm loath to leave a warm seat for a restaurant."
"Nuts," replied the Keep, unamused and passing another glance at the pair.
"Thank you."
Drinks served cold, Amore lifted her own to Sarge, "Whiskey solidarity, I'm afraid, is as close as we'll get while my mother signs his paychecks. Cheers."
Amore pursed her lips, eyebrows high in shock. She slowly -very slowly- turned away, immediately snapping on a cheery expression as the barkeep returned.
The barkeep glanced at the heated staring contest currently underway between the two Assassins before leaning down towards her, "Should I call security, Highness?"
"Actually," Amore responded, "I would very much like another round for myself and this gentleman. Oh, do you have any snacks? I'm feeling rather peckish and I'm loath to leave a warm seat for a restaurant."
"Nuts," replied the Keep, unamused and passing another glance at the pair.
"Thank you."
Drinks served cold, Amore lifted her own to Sarge, "Whiskey solidarity, I'm afraid, is as close as we'll get while my mother signs his paychecks. Cheers."