"You sulk'n eh?" Kevice would've been lying if he hadn't eyed the wine, more than enthusiastic about entering the tidy tent regardless of if Vasyli formally invited him or not. Not that he was keen on using it as dirt against him, but when the tall elf moved to bring another glass around, Kevice just quietly took the offering as it was, playing along. "I don't go around lying. And, well, unless I got distracted I wanted to see if you'd get out of here some time." This wasn't the first time he asked, it was something he used to pester Vasyli among others about often, and over time his requests became fewer and far between. Vasyli never really indulged him, as polite as he was about it.<br/><br/>He lifted the glass of wine to his mouth to take an experimental sip-- it wasn't a drink he had often, opting out for harsher, less refined outlets. The crinkle of his nose and the furrow of his brow, not of disgust, but pensiveness, was an obvious sign that Kevice wasn't used to this weirdly aromatic and fruity taste. Nevertheless, he continued with another drink, less tentative this time, whether it was because he wouldn't turn down the gift or simply because he hadn't had anything to warm his bones in awhile. Likely both.<br/><br/>Eyes still wandering the place, the half-elf began strolling around and getting too close to Vasyli's personal belongings as if he owned the place, sometimes stopping to nudge and turn the various bits of clutter. "You know what I'm here for then? Or is this a bedtime drink for you and you're ready to turn in for the night..." A loud groan of insincere distress poured out of him, "It's so early though! We got the whole night ahead of us! You can't tell me sitting here drinking wine like a frail old woman is the highlight of your life." Kevice swung around to face him, nearly spilling the red poison in his glass with little disregard. He had a wide, toothy grin on his face again, eyes gleaming with an overly-charismatic and enthusiastic comradery despite the state of their relationship... or lack thereof. "Tell you what, just a few hours. No one really ever notices anyway, except some of the packing staff, and they're so tight lipped none of 'em want to get in on our affairs."<br/><br/>Kevice always wondered what fun it'd be like to take someone like Vasyli out of their comfort zone. The minotaur was mute, the nymph too kind, the dwarf too loyal and as for Osran.. well, Kevice liked being the loudest in a group, and being overshadowed by that bombastic mess of a human wasn't on his schedule. The man always seemed like the type to ditch halfway through the night anyway, not that Kevice hadn't done that exact thing before.<br/><br/>He'd been busying himself with peering at Vasyli's costumes now, each stud and decorative button, fine seams. These were a lot nicer than his own show clothes weren't they? With more variety. He felt sort of cheated. Mumbling a bit now, he sighed, "Ahhh wow, got a lot of these yeah? Seeing them all in a row, never figured there were so many of these little outfits. Real tight eh? I'd hate putting any of'em on..."<br/><br/>Easily distracted with his wine running empty, and rather quickly at that, he went as far as to push one of the costumes aside to examine the collar on a particularly bright one.