Vasyli snorted, smiling at Kevice.<br/><br/>“A few,” he agreed. “Hard to imagine Mathis has tamed you at all or was it just age that did it for you? I must have gotten worse. My family would be appalled if they'd seen my behavior. Then again, they'd probably be appalled at a lot of things.” Vasyli acting uncharacteristically violent would probably have been the least of their worries. The elf raised a brow at Kevice as he continued on.<br/><br/>“He didn't fight back, for whatever reason. Maybe I surprised him, maybe he worried Mathis would wring his neck. Maybe he worried that if he marked<i>my</i>face I would do something far more devious. Or I should really be insulted because he didn't respect me enough to throw a punch back. I'll have to ask him which one it was.” Vasyli was strong but he wasn't a practiced fighter. Vasyli didn't say anything more about it and Kevice kept on, complaining then about Mathis.<br/><br/>“It's a vicious cycle and not just Mathis' fault. He does what he does to sell tickets. I'm angry at the audience too, for wanting to see it. How they doll you up, and then me, hanging pretty from the arms of that pretentious asshole. Imagine what else they'd like to see too. You hear them when it looks like Aralie is about to be crushed. They are excited for it. I bet it's because our crowd is primarily human. They have sick minds,” Vasyli went on, then realized his words.“..no offense. I don't really think you count, even half.” Vasyli shrugged.<br/><br/>“It was better when I was performing alone. I wasn't so resentful then. I like performing.” He shrugged. “I liked the costumes.” He just didn't like the tone it all took when he stood next to Osran.<br/><br/>“But that's nothing we'll fix in a single night. What we can do is try to make it a better night than last night.” Though even that wasn't all that bad. Vasyli cocked his head, looking to Kevice in consideration. “How well can you hold your alcohol and still be functional the next day? Better than I can hold my smoke, I hope.” Vasyli had gotten pretty good at his lonely drinking games as practiced as he was. His expression was mildly challenging and he opened the chest at his feet to take out a bottle of brandy to add to the festivities. He'd mixed wine and hard liquor often enough that it didn't bother him. A swallow here and there, directly from the bottle to get him to where he wanted to be. He recapped it and set it on the bed between them. Perhaps encouraging Kevice to get passed out drunk with him wasn't the best idea he'd ever had but he didn't care. The day had frayed his nerves and he didn't even care if his head was pounding the next day. Hell, after his outburst, Mathis would probably be disappointed if Vasyli wasn't a little bit hungover, not that most could tell the difference.<br/><br/>“This isn't a ploy to further piss Osran off, getting you sloshed that is. I won't force you to stay after the pouting yesterday either.” He was hiding his amusement at recalling the way Kevice had acted behind another sip of wine, as unexpected as it was. "I figured you wouldn't have an issue with that sort of thing. I guess no one is what they seem."