“I think it's more how we are raised, though some traits I think some are just predispositioned to. I've seen enough where a lot of people came from that I think that's it,” Vasyli answered, having been around as one of the longest standing performers. Kevice was commenting about the wine, getting it because he assumed it played to Vasyli's taste.<br/><br/>“I like everything.” Vasyli shrugged.<br/><br/>“This is fine. No need when I have things here. Something to enjoy,” he lifted the glass of wine, “and then a finisher.” He tipped the glass towards the bottle of dark liquor. It wasn't an every night sort of drink, not like the cheaper wines he usually ended his night with. Either Vasyli was having a bad night or a good one, depending on if he cracked open the hard alcohol. He took another swallow when it was pushed back towards him.<br/><br/>“Soft-like?” Vasyli repeated as Kevice went on about why he'd gotten all uncomfortable the night before. He proceeding and his wording wasn't all that much better; he admitted so himself, but Vasyli was clearly amused. Really, he didn't mind the attention to a degree. It usually rubbed him the wrong way when they came to him with assumptions. It also had a great deal to do with what was appropriate in his place of work.<br/><br/>“I imagine I would have taken it better were you not my coworker. Out, with me in one of my moods, knowing I would likely never see you again, who knows,” Vasyli said with a shrug. When he was just traveling through he could be whatever he wanted. Around all these people he had a certain reputation to uphold and being the uptight elf served him just fine. Companionship was nice, but he didn't prioritize it so much that he'd risk sleeping with his coworkers. Even what he and Kevice were doing now was dangerous territory, breaking the rules as they were. Rumors were run rampant if given half a chance even if they weren't doing more than having a few drinks together and complaining mutually about aggravations of the day. Kevice was on about how it didn't matter.<br/><br/>“I suppose I have more to lose than you do, especially with my recent behavior. I probably should be behaving myself.” He was complacent enough with Mathis that he wasn't overly worried, taking another hearty swallow of the brandy even as he said what he should be doing. Too comfortable to think that anything would change. Osran wasn't refined enough on his own. He was convinced of that anyway, and he'd come first. He had seniority and his longstanding relationship with Mathis.<br/><br/>“Mathis will side with me, at the end of the day. I'm sure of it. I've been here a long time. Osran isn't the first person to push me too far. Many of them aren't here anymore.” As to the circumstances behind that he'd let Kevice guess.