Alythra’s expression told him she was in complete agreement about the liquor - Well,<i>alcohol</i>at least - that he’d found. With a smile, she wisely opted for a handshake instead.  "I will hold you to your word, Sevastian,"<br/><br/>“But of course,” he agreed, trying to think of some way around his promise. None came to mind.  “When shall I expect you to call on my services?”<br/><br/>The ship’s speakers crackled to life. "We are now entering Taris' atmosphere, and will land in 30 minutes.”<br/><br/>Sev glanced towards the cockpit. “As soon as that?” he laughed. “I’m not quite certain...”<br/><br/>"Well, if you aren't interested in knocking a hundred credits off your debt right now,” Alythra replied, “I will retire to my room."<br/><br/>The suggestion shot right through him. “Are you certain,” he replied slowly, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb, “that you wouldn’t prefer to return to your cabin<i>before</i>I reduce my deb by a few hundred credits?”  A smile. “The common area is rather public, after all.”