<span style="font-size: 15px">"Discreet just isn't the kind of person I am, you would know, bet you'd be real fun if you liked to talk dirt once in a while." Kevice let out a huff and a puff, smoke seeping out from between the teeth of that fanged maw of his. "If it's the human I'm hardly interested though, man's a bore. Don't like anyone getting louder than me." He suddenly grinned, setting his face to rest in the palm of his hand while peering up at Vasyli delightedly. "I bet this circus business does him no favors, blends in perfectly with crowds like these eh? I at least look like I'm from a freakshow! That's novelty, Vasyli." Boisterous, he took the tin cup again, downing a sip of sweet liquor.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">Once prompted, he gave an unexpected scowl, not one of malice, but he wasn't expecting a question thrown his way. Truth be told he almost wanted to tease and leer at Vasyli with flirts and intrusive comments, but decided he had his fill of it, and that it'd be best to not ride on the same joke. If he could even call it a joke.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">Kevice moved to lay on his back, albeit slouched down and head craned forward uncomfortably, he tapped the mouth of his pipe against his lower lip in thought. Eyes roamed the small crowd. Though unenthusiastic, he cocked his head to one side and motioned subtlety at a duo of human girls having a heated conversation at the far side of the lounge, probably about their awful jobs or family troubles. "They seem fun. Many a fine lass up in dens looking for an ear to listen. Listening isn't so bad." At least, he thought, not when both parties got something out of it. Though Kevice wouldn't admit the times he got nowhere he didn't feel too sour about it, maybe a bit disappointed, but never angry. Couldn't really complain if at least one person had a good time.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">"You'd be awful at this, talks hard, innit? Starting to see you as not the wine and dine type. Too busy drinking all of it alone in your bed like a widow anyway..."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">He was getting comfortable, setting his cup down and taking the moment to rest his eyes again. Kevice only creaked them open to notice Vasyli sway a little, offering a broken laugh, "Too strong for you? A bit too late to be judging their juice." Part of him wondered if the elf ever visited dens like this, but he patted the cushions beside Vasyli and hummed, "Mmmn, thats why there's all the pillows, have to take it easy, lay back a little. Naps are fine, but you wanted to go back early eh?"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">"Don't forget, there's always the veranda if your head starts spinning. Personally, I just let whatever happen." Unaware of Vasyli's ignorance, he leaned forward to prop his chin up on a knee, setting the pipe down on the table and indulging in a swig of booze instead. Kevice had enough, especially with company that was really just keen on being out for a few hours. Time flew by faster than it seemed, and getting woozy to the point of passing out was the last thing he needed right now.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">"You can take breaks if you need to. So light, Vasyliii, s'because you're so lean." He pulled off the best tone of mockery he could from underneath the haze, but it ultimately sounded half hearted. "Could drag you over to the two over there, maybe a bit of friendly chatting'll perk you up? Human girls probably aren't all that scary when you can't focus enough to see their ears!" Kevice creaked out a small laugh, watching Vasyli again, but more amused than he was worried.</span>