“If you're going to do anything you have to be more quiet about it. As you said it, a difficult task for you.” People broke the rules, sure, it was just that Kevice was obvious about it. Didn't think there was any harm in it, and someone Mathis felt he needed to keep an eye on apparently.<br/><br/>“I don't go often,” Vasyli said, in regards to the topics of brothels. No one could afford to go often but he still indulged once or twice a year. “There are a few towns that I prefer over others. The one in this town is well run. Been around a long time. Sometimes I don't want to put the effort into it, charming someone that is. Seems like that's half the fun to you though.” For Vasyli it could be exhausting if he wasn't all that interested in the person besides what he could gain from the encounter at the end of the night. It wasn't always that way with people but more often than not he was a bit detached, hence why the brothels had their appeal. A whore didn't expect charm, only payment.<br/><br/>They were a bit different in that regard, apparently. Kevice didn't mind chatting up and sharing some intimacy with a stranger, yet lasting friendships were a lot of work. Vasyli found it more difficult the other way around. He burned slower and even, though he was loyal to those that he'd been around for extended periods of time. Mathis and the little fae.<br/><br/>“I like people just fine. Most I can take or leave. Some I'd rather they not talk at all. When you're out, with one thing on your mind, easier to just cut the bullshit and fuck, you know?” Vasyli shrugged. “I've been with Mathis a long time. Aralie is sweet. Hard not to get attached to these people, however distant I seem at times. It's not always how we are private, same as how you and I are here Sharing wine, liquor, and easy conversation.” It was easy for Vasyli anyway.<br/><br/>“I think it's a self-imposed loneliness, but yes, I appreciate the pity friendship,” he said, hard to tell he was actually joking aside from the small quirk of his lips he tried to hide behind another sip from the bottle. He wasn't all that easy to offend, especially with a good drink in him.<br/><br/>“You're not acting out of desperation yourself? Boredom would be my guess. Maybe you decided I wasn't as prickly as I seem.” Though he could be, especially with the wrong sort of approach. Kevice hadn't perfected it the first time, exactly. The second time around had gone over better, even with the near disaster that was the night prior.<br/><br/>“And what are you saying, Kevice? Already thinking this will be too much work?” He was grinning openly now, finding the other elf an interesting conundrum. Loud and distracting, yet uncomfortable when things were actually going his way as far as a friendship was concerned. What else had he wanted from the offering of wine if not sex?<br/><br/>“Relax, Kevice. I won't try to trap you into anything nor do I have any expectations of you. Just drinking together, not committing us to be attached at the hip from here on out, braiding each others hair and making pillow forts. Our priorities are the same, regardless.” Vasyli lifted his glass again. “Neither really wanted to get shitfaced alone, now did we?” He snatched the bottle back. Seemed Vasyli had some catching up to do.