Mathis was unsure of what to tell him, the darting down of his eyes and a hand that gripped at his bearded chin tightly in thought told that he at least in part, understood Vasyli's conviction. But it was a stupidly brash way to react to words, if only the elf wasn't so reactive to all the mockery Osran dished out on a daily basis.. But that was the point, wasn't it? To show he wasn't passive. Aggravated, he decided it best to let Vasyli be on his way to get washed up and ready. Mathis needed time to think things over anyway, it was obvious this was only going to go on so long, especially if the display that the elf just put on didn't work as he intended.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Nothing had happened, at least as far as Kevice knew, after that initial conflict broke out. The day went along as normal, he got to wrap up his act, didn't have to be called on stage, lingered as the last onlookers left with the audience that poured out of the big top. The half-elf would've forgotten about Rakkurat's warning if it hadn't been for dinner that night. 'Quiet' would've been an understatement. The lot of them were hushed, sharing low, awkward conversation at best, and it seemed like whatever happened, even the dwarf got word of it. And was he curious, on edge too, worrying that he somehow had something to do with it whether he'd planned to or not. But so far Mathis hadn't walked his way or scolded him, so was he safe...? Thankfully, Osran hadn't tried to talk to him again either. He used to not even hate the guy that much, but lately he was getting on his nerves, turning Kevice sour. Everything was making Kevice sour.<br/><br/>After spending the bulk of his time tapping his fork obnoxiously against his plate as he perpetuated irritating thoughts, he turned his dishes in and left to go change for the night. Just as ever, too full of relief to rid himself of his gaudy show outfit. The idea of a cool splash of water on his face, after sweating away in the sun the whole day, sounded like exactly what he needed right now.<br/><br/>Out by the stalls he hung his coat, the sound of Vasyli's voice catching him off guard as he exited the sinks to shake and ruffle the water out of his stripe of hair. Suddenly he leaned back up, head a mess and eyes wide. "Ah--? Hi..." The elf was apologizing? It took him a moment to figure it out, raising a brow in question when he did so, "Uncomfortable? That's nothing, really... Stupid plan, for sure but I just wasn't expecting it is all.... Hm.." Pursing his lips, he scrunched up his nose and sniffled, looking off in that odd fashion of his. It wasn't too long before he beamed back with a grin, four fangs on display. "Aren't I great company!? I was really thinking of just leaving you all high and dry after all the trouble you put me through but..." He nodded surely and put on the loose coat he wore out so often, despite making most of his words up on the spot. "I still said I'd drop by later with a get well gift, eh? You'll be seeing me, if you can stand it!"<br/><br/>Kevice gave Vasyli a playful jab on the arm, rough as he was, and laughed. Well, none of it was a lie really, and it's not that he was mad, just... confused. He walked off, leaving the elf with the foreboding promise. He had a date with a fancy bar and a bottle of wine, not paying any mind to the rules he was breaking, and that wasn't even starting with curfew. He left the same way as the night prior, exploiting a loose board in the fence, and spending at least an hour out and about looking for a place that would sell him wine. The bottle he eventually tucked away in a bag under his coat wasn't anything terribly expensive, Kevice was anything but a rich man after all, and the night before at the den left him a little short that week. But he was rather confident it would've been better than whatever Vasyli had ordered.<br/><br/>Carefully, he stepped through the hole in the fence, walking behind a lot of the larger tents instead of straight through the middle. Contraband was the last thing he wanted to be caught with, not having the fancy personal tent to hide his poison like the elf could. When he approached Vasyli's tent he tapped fingers rapidly at it's flap door, substituting for a knock, before sliding in. He had a wide, boisterous grin on his face, hands in his pockets, but it was obvious he was hiding something in his coat, awkwardly being held under an arm. Kevice brandished the bag, the cork sticking out it's top, held out as an offering. "We gonna have a proper sleep over then, Or are you kicking me out?" The half-elf humored, looking all too proud of himself. It was as if the night prior never happened, or at least, Kevice would love it if it could stay that way. Maybe this could be like a do-over?