<i>Do you plan to carry me to my room,</i>the stranger asked. Lilith gave a good-natured laugh at his comment “No, but perhaps you can carry me.” The woman gave him a sly look. She doubted any further indication that she was consenting to his advances was necessary. All that remained now was to pick the right timing. Wait too long and he would be too drunk to walk. Not long enough and things would get… complicated.<br/><br/>“That’s very kind of you.” She smiled broadly and traced a gloved fingertip around the rim of her glass when her companion offered to pay for her drink as well. “But I already have a drink. This should keep me plenty occupied.” Oh no, Lilith would not partake.<i>She</i>needed to stay sober. The drow wondered idly if the man was drunk enough to overlook the fact that she was, in fact, drinking milk.<br/><br/>The most casual of glanced acknowledged the fact that the man had gold to spare and noted the location of the pouch which housed them. She also took note that he was already struggling with basic tasks - another stiff drink or two and he should be ready. Lilith almost wished to take back her offer of being carried, the woman did not wish for the stranger to stumble or lose his balance while she was the cargo, not that she actually expect him to try squeezing up that narrow staircase with her in his arms.<br/><br/>The bartender nodded his acknowledgement and muttered something along the lines of 'right away'. Olaf knew who the man at the table was, and while he found the Captain’s current female company unsavory he would show nothing but his interpretation of the highest respect for the man in question. The coins were slid across the table with one meaty hands until they tipped over the edge and landed, jingling, into his other palm waiting down below. With the payment thus procured he headed off towards the bar and began making preparations. Whisky was selected and a generous amount was poured.<br/><br/><i>Im Jaden, Commander of the Black Lions, </i>the stranger announced himself. “Oh… Commander.” Lilith repeated respectfully when the barkeep had departed. In truth, him revealing his name and stature likely had the exact opposite effect then intended. Lilith’s smile faltered if only for a moment before being pulled taught once again. “I am honored, truly.” The drow was truly uncertain if this was such a good idea any more. The Black Lions were a big fish in these waters. To cross them, especially their commander of all people, was daring. Even for her. But then again, as long a she kept moving, chances are they would not catch up to her. Pushing her doubts aside the woman took an absentminded sip of her milk and instantly regretted it.<i>Foul stuff</i>. “My name is Lilac, Commander Jaden.”<br/><br/>Her violet eyes seemed to be examining him more then was necessary. She had already gauged all that he was worth and noted everything of value that he was carrying, but for some reason or another she found herself studying him again. His damp, dark hair, the pronounced biceps visible beneath the armor, the ruggedly handsome stubble along his jaw… Wait, handsome? Surely not. Lilith chased the notion out before it had any time to take root. This was a business interaction, she reminded herself, nothing more.<br/><br/>A few chuckles from the staircase drew the woman’s attention and she gave the pair of mercenaries an acknowledging smile. She hated being spotted, the less people could recall her face the better, and these men were sober enough to pick her out of a crowd. It could not be helped at this point. Perhaps she should speed things along before any more unnecessary witnesses show up. Lilith reached across the table until her digits just barely brushed against his hand, the one that was not holding the tankard.<br/><br/>“Perhaps after you finish that drink we could go somewhere more… private.” She suggested.