“<b>It’s always a pleasure,</b>” Retta replied nonchalantly, though she made sure to add a knowing smile to her words so that she didn’t seem like she was completely lying. Her eyes studied him carefully as his eyes surveyed the room, yet she still found herself surprised when he gave her a slow wink when he sat back down.<br/><br/>The man had a seemed a lot more grumpy and standoffish when he had first entered. What had changed? The music had certainly lightened the mood; it was intriguing to Loretta that sounds held such power. Mead could’ve played a hand as well. He must’ve been in the rain too, and she knew that some creatures didn’t like the rain.<br/><br/>His response gave her a reason to grin in agreement. Perhaps this fellow wasn’t so bad after all. “<b>I see,</b>” she nodded, though she held a few more questions at the tip of her tongue. Instead of asking any of them, she mused, “<b>Things must always work out for you then because you can’t lose.</b>”<br/><br/>As drinks were brought to them, Loretta nudged one his way and took the other for herself. It slid down the back of her throat like spiced water and she had to consciously tell herself to slow down. “<b>This is your drink of choice?</b>” she asked as she lowered the cup and licked her lips. It didn’t have the same burn that other alcohol did but it seemed to have the same effect when consumed in large quantities.