“Not really.” Nalia said offhandedly as she switched her focus to a couple of dirty glasses, washing them in the sink and wiping them dry, one by one. “Her taste in drinks changes about as often as her taste in guys. It’s about as often as you would change your underwear really.” Lydia could be seen from one of the windows, sitting peacefully with her book in hand, making no moves to get up from her seat. “If you want my advice,” Nalia continued, “don’t bother with her. She’s like a black widow or a praying mantis. She essentially eats a guy’s head clean off after she’s done with them. Could happen right after sex. Might not even make it to sex if you’re lucky. Like ripping a band-aid. Just get it over with. Ya know? No use lifting somebody’s hopes only to dash them. Though she does find it fun to play with men like that. Not my cup of tea personally, but hey, different strokes for different folks.” She smirked saying that last bit, her eyes still on the glass in her hand like she’s seeing something else for a moment.