Erebus' voice, in a whisper, sounded almost like a growl. It was low, throaty, and sensual. Like his words, the delivery of his question walked a fine line between dangerous and seductive. And so did hers.  "<b>Afraid?</b>" she echoed him, turning to face him before he pulled away. She was close enough to smell the mead on his breath and the faint hint of copper in his beard. "<b>I believe the word you're looking for is <i>curious.</i></b>" The sly smile remained on her face long after she spoke, but she didn't move an inch, not until after the crowd burst into a loud cheer.<br/><br/>It was then she finally moved her eyes away from Erebus and clapped for the musicians with the rest of the tavern's patrons. While she couldn't say she had been paying attention, she didn't miss the talent and skill that they displayed. When the bartender dropped off two more drinks at their table, true to the singer's word, she took the cup and raised it to her company. "<b>Wouldn't you say that you're curious too?</b>" she asked with a warmer, friendlier smile before she lifted the glass, taking in three long swigs of the alcohol-laced liquid.