"Ah, of course! Of course!  My mind doth wander of late.  Aramis is indeed a master of the pen and his tongue is one of the most well-regarded when it comes to matters that warrant discussion."  He raised an eyebrow as if to say 'and other matters'.<br/><br/>His eyes flicked across the landscape of the tavern, not resting on the lovely hooded feline who walked by and gave him a look designed to raise his temperature a few degrees.  It succeeded.<br/><br/>"It seems I've allowed mine glass to grow empty. Pardon whilst I remedy that."  He smiled at Athos and raised a glass, an empty one, before making his indirect way over to the dark corner of tavern where a mystery awaited him.  He leaned against the wall of the tavern and glanced down at the woman at the table.<br/><br/>"The last time I had a meeting with you, I wound up wanted for a murder I didn't commit. Not that the night preceding was not heavenly, but..."  he smiled and indicated the empty chair at the table. "Might I join you?"