Vax'ildan marveled at the bottle, the make of it, the strange cap - everything here was so different from what he knew. But here he was now, off the cap went, down the crisp alcohol slid as he tipped the bottle to his lips. "I'd best keep sitting on it. Wouldn't want to tempt you."

He'd usually make a better flirt of it than that - even as a man spoken for, he was neither shy nor severe enough to ignore a good tease altogether. Whatever else he was, he wasn't so blind that he couldn't appreciate - objectively - her good looks and provocative fashions. But today had already been trying enough, he reasoned, for the both of them. "Though I don't doubt you could have as many kisses as you'd like around here, even without the help of unseen powers."