His eyes followed Nalia as she looked over her supplies, though he couldn’t help his gaze lowering to her hips as she bent over, and quickly looked away. He turned back when she came back up with the drinks. Though Tormin was looking for a familiar drink, the thought of having a Port in a Storm again after all these years filled him with a sense of adventure he hadn’t felt in some time. “I haven’t seen that drink, or been around Parmathe in cycles. The first time I had it, I had just finished my first job, and I damn near lost my ship as a result.” A grin spread across his cheeks in thought before he nodded, “Yeah. Port in a Storm sounds like an excellent choice. Feel free to join me in having one, though I’m not sure how easily you’ll be able to tend a bar after having one.”