His smirk turned to a small smile of appreciation for her beauty once her hood was removed.  “Misery loves company they say, I saw the rain coming and stopped here for the night myself,” he said just as her eyes dropped to the table between them.  A gorgeous thing.  So much in fact, or perhaps his growing intoxication, that he missed her offer to share a drink, and only heard her making the order.<br/><br/>“Do you plan to carry me to my room,” he questioned with a small humored chuckle.  At the same time he reached at his waist unlatching a small pouch, stuffed with coin as he pulled more than enough to pay for his drink and anymore to come.  “The drinks are on me, and that should cover her as well.”  A simple act.  Providing for a woman was a matter of pride, and also one more move to get them into his bedroom all the easier.<br/><br/>Returning the pouch to his waist took quite some effort.  While seeming able to conduct himself well deep into a night of drinking, his fine motor skills couldn't keep up.  Finally re-latching the pouch to his waist belt, his gaze came back to the alluring woman who sat across from him.  He wiped a hand over his face, the stubble on his cheeks and chin barely felt as his body was numbing up.<br/><br/>Smiling wide at his current state, he placed his hands together and looked at them as he spoke, “I should ask now before I can hardly tell my left hand from my right,” he opened his palms towards himself, a laugh that hinted at embarrassment escaping his lips.  “Im Jaden, Commander of the Black Lions.  What is your name?” His eyes had shifted back to hers just as he asked his question.  Telling women who he was usually had a desired positive effect.  Being well off, tall and muscular, and just so happen to be the leader of one of the most renowned mercenary organizations was usually a good mixture for impressing the opposite sex.<br/><br/>A couple of his men, unarmored but carrying swords came down from the stairs of the tavern that lead to the rooms on the second floor.  They were easily recognizable by the black lion on their cloaks.  Furthermore, they carried themselves in a very much sober fashion.  One of them looked over to their leader, tapping the other and nodding his head in their direction with a knowing grin.  The second man looked towards the table and then back to his companion, slapping his shoulder with a laugh.  After the gesture he motioned to a table further away, clearly intending to stay out of Jaden’s business for the night.<br/><br/>Just moments after Jaden asked the woman across from him her name, a fresh mug from Olaf slid in front of him.  Perks of being high class.  The tavern knew he had money and would get drinks to his table as fast as possible.  Even the mug was a bit cleaner than what they would normally put before a customer.  Taking the mug he’d quickly downed half of it, feeling it burn against his throat on the way down.  The drow’s request for something strong hadn’t gone unfulfilled.