Michael
Although the Succubus had struggled to wake up earlier, he looked more present now, his clothes simple but neat, hair tied neatly behind his back, and his expression was his usual smile. Of course, he was wearing his disguise once more, the dark-skinned Elven lad that looked like he could be from this area, but he could be from another area as well, it was hard to tell.

Unlike the woman in front of him, Grey hadn't bothered with anything resembling breakfast. If she didn't know about his true nature, he might have had some for the sake of appearances, but with Vierna, he didn't bother. It was wholly unnecessary for him - and frankly, after having gone so long without consuming anything, he found the feeling of doing so to be fairly unpleasant. No, he would much rather feast off others' adoration instead.

That was why he held his lute in his hands, absently playing a melody. He sat on his chair leaned backwards somewhat, right foot resting on his left knee, the lute supported on his right leg. He was humming softly as he played, a melody that was quite pleasant to listen to. It wasn't anything in particular, just a relaxed tune that matched the early morning atmosphere of the tavern. Although it wasn't much, there was some adoration coming his way from other customers that seemed to appreciate the background music in the early morning.

"So," Grey began, his fingers continuing to play without him needing to consciously think about it. "Was there anything in particular you wanted to do today?" His gaze, which had been drifting around the room, turned to Vierna, looking at her with his smile widening slightly. "Hmm, I have to say, darling, when I told you that you would look gorgeous in those clothes, I was absolutely right." Complimenting her while also stroking his own ego a little, a true Grey special.
Cecil
Even the simple notion of not being a breakfast person held a subtle clue in Grey's personal wants. Of course, there would be no need to make that detective work. The relaxing aura of the Bard was telling, for many a secret had been spilled. Surprising, perhaps, was the fact that they still remained close. 

Digging into the last of that Khisfire breakfast, Vierna ate with a mix of dignified standards yet also the growing itch to just do whatever she wanted. She had been in Lazaroth for a century, following Noble procedures and engaging in habits engraved in her memory. It was hard to get away from that, yet by her gradual prodding into this culture would she find the courage. 

A relatively clean plate would be left, a settling down of her cutlery as she hummed in thought with a brief wipe of her mouth. Would she be a critic? A playful ponder came by a trace of her finger against chin, smirking along at the melody played by Grey just infront of her. It would lead to her attention straying from the food in question, more now to the gaze that followed back and the words that the Bard spoke. 

That question by Grey was quite the important one. What was there to do in the famed City of Thieves? She had heard of some landmarks, some locations of interest.. Really, the Drow desired to just go with the flow. Her answer would be cut short by the clever remarks from Grey, his special technique ever noted as she snickered at the playfulness. "Tsst, how clever you are, Grey." Vierna teased back. Indeed, on the topic of her attire it was certainly a different blend to her Lazarothian wear. Khisfire themed, soothing silk travelled sparingly from her arms down to her legs, the showing of skin a clear focus as it suited the heat-filled land that was Khisfire. Especially noted in the midriff area, leaving the view of her dark skin adorned by those white dapples that mirrored the night sky. 

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The Drow eventually continued however on the topic of locations. "Well.. I know of some places we could visit. That large market in the Capital, perhaps? I don't know, Grey. I just want to see new things. And hopefully.. Not get robbed doing it."
Michael
It was somewhat amusing to watch Vierna eat in such a dignified way in a place like this, but Grey decided not to tease her about the subject. It was hard dropping old habits, he knew, especially when one had been nobility for so many years. It had taken him years to give up on his old habits, and he hadn't even been committed to the act all that much in the first place. Frankly, she was doing a pretty good job at it, all things considered.

Part of him did wonder what it tasted like - or, rather, how she experienced the taste. The cuisine of this land must be very different from what she was used to, Grey assumed. He kept his eyes on her, watched her reaction, noted her hum as she wiped her mouth, and then her smile. Was it good, or was that smile directed at him? Part of him quietly hoped it was the latter.

Unable to figure out what she thought from her reactions alone, Grey decided to just ask directly. "Did it taste good?" He questioned, nodding his head at the empty plate. He figured that the chance that it did was decently large, judging from how she'd emptied the plate, but there was the chance that she'd just done so for politeness' sake, or because she didn't want to waste the money spent to buy the meal, or hurt the tavern owner's feelings. He didn't figure it would be any of those things, yet still, there was a chance.

He gave a light chuckle at her tease, continuing to strum the little tune, although it had changed, morphed into something a little more cheerful, a carefree melody that spoke of freedom, one clearly based on songs from this land. "Why, thank you," He replied, "Always a pleasure to know my wits are appreciated." His gaze lingered on her, appreciating her clothing - and yes, the skin she was showing, it was one of her most beautiful aspects, in his eyes.
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"The market is a lovely place to visit indeed," He mused, "But the risk of being robbed is a very real one. Especially if one stands out as much as yourself." Grey offered a soft smile to hopefully show that he wasn't trying to insult her, just stating a fact. "Although the risk may be lowered if there's two of us. Either way, it's a lovely suggestion, darling. I would love to join you."
Cecil
That soft smile of hers seemed to be intended for both, of course still the mystery as Vierna never answered the fluttering thoughts within Grey. The question would bring the topic back to mind however, perhaps realising that the Incubus may have seen that dignified manner in which she ate. Gods, did she imagine the teasing, thankfully spared as she nodded back while in some reply. "Mmh, it was..! No Cat hairs, too, fortunately." A snicker in her tone, a passing glance to the array of Cats that wandered this Tavern. 

Though as the thoughts of the wandering Felines passed, the Drow caught on to the chuckles of the Bard. Casually she rested an elbow against the table, hand against chin as she witnessed the wandering gaze of the Incubus upon her and her newly adorned Khisfire attire. A smile would show, despite the words so blatantly stroking Grey's ego. Of course, behind it she could see the hidden affections to her and the look she wanted to offer on this Khisfire adventure. "Oh, you know they are appreciated. Your wits. That's why I'm keeping you around, of course." Another little teasing remark, enjoying the back and forth. 

Of course, she naturally continued on to the talk of markets, a clear ponder and understanding found even when considered insulting. Of course, it wasn't insulting at all. She was a Drow, of course she'd stray from the norm. It would help with her further mocking remarks. "Well, if you believe two together could stray away those Thieves. Though, who'd try and steal from a Drow? What manner of evil magic could they conjure in vengeance, hm..?" Playing into the stereotypes, Vierna snickered then moved to a more serious tone. Of course, her stares favoured watching Grey closely as she spoke. "We'll be careful. I know we will, mhm.."
Michael
The bard followed her gaze, glancing at some of the animals wandering around. Luckily, they didn't seem to be approaching the two of them very often, he'd never really been a big fan of animals. He didn't hate them, but he didn't particularly like them either - and of course, for that reason, they tended to adore him. It was a bit of a pain, he much preferred it when people adored him.

"I am glad to hear that." He smiled as he looked back at Vierna. "A good breakfast makes for a great way to end a lovely night, does it not? At least, I think so." From the way he continued playing his music and the glances some of the other patrons cast in his direction, it seemed he was enjoying breakfast too, in his own way.

If he weren't busy with that, Grey would gladly have imitated her gesture, lean forward to look deeper into those sky blue eyes of hers. Oh well, he was content to just exchange banter, a relaxing morning after such an intense evening. "Well, I'm sure there must be other reasons to keep me around. Judging from those noises you were making yesterday, I'm certain there was at least one other thing I'm good at." Smirking, his eyebrows went up once or twice, suggestively. It was a strange thing to be chatting so casually with her, but Grey was enjoying himself greatly. He hoped Vierna felt the same way.
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Grey gave a light chuckle at that. They were accusations he was all too familiar with, although perhaps he was told them less, with his usual disguises hiding his identity. "Well, there's always the fools that don't listen to the warnings, or the clever ones that know they're untrue." Even if a large part of the people wouldn't dare touch a Drow, there were always outliers. "But I believe our respective magic power is enough to stop anyone from daring to touch us." There was something sinister in his smile for just a moment, almost as if Grey wanted someone to try and take from him, so that he could show the true terrifying extent of his powers. It was gone as soon as it had appeared, though.
Cecil
The Drow herself didn't seem to mind those furry creatures, an amused glance upon the stray animals that seemed to both demand attention aswell as neglect it. A complex creature, one that brought most to heel by their cuteness. As Grey made no really fuss of them, Vierna seemed slightly intrigued. A passing thought came to mind, then silence as she focused elsewhere. 

"How could I even disagree with that, Grey?" Vierna spoke in amusement, a finger tapping at her lips before continuing. - "It does make for a great start to the day, too. I assume you're having your fill already..?" Quietly she nodded to the very lute Grey played, more in reference to the growing enjoyers of that cheerful tune that she imagined allowed the Incubi to feed. 

Though that next remark particularly left her tongue tied, for once underestimating the sheer audacity of the Bard's remarks. It left her to snicker, a playful shake of her head as she tried best to think of some witty counter - instead, a showcase of some defeat by the nod of her head. "Tsst.. Okay, fine. One other thing.." Allowing Grey the theoretical victory with her own tinge of playfulness, Vierna would eventually lean back.

A casual adjustment of her attire would be made as a perked brow followed the words of Grey. It intrigued her, by the way of his words and the smile that offered that more sinister tone. Whatever it was, it seemed exciting. A faint smile lingered as she offered words in curiousity. - "Oh..? Finding other ways to impress me, hm?"