The brief physical altercation had worked up a sweat, causing the nobleman to reek of the booze that so thoroughly saturated his veins.  It mixed rather poorly with the stink of garlic as Ismark's chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath.  While the drunken pot bellied form of Ismark sat on the edge of the king sized bed his hazy eyes tried to gain some focus on the pair of identical ladies in his room.  His gaze settled mainly on Esperanza, blinking as he worked to draw her blurry figure into clarity.  Finally he muttered while he cradled his pinched wrist with his free hand and tenderly massaged at the ache left from the pressure of Esperanza's grasp.  "Oh, fuck, it's you two."<br/><br/>His bloodshot eyes looked between the two as he gave them both a sarcastic gape mouthed look.  "Bloody hells, you coulda knocked."  Abruptly Ismark belched before taking a moment to look around the candlelit room for a bottle of wine to quench his thirst.  Not seeing one immediately offering itself up Ismark glanced back towards the young ladies.  "I don't know, what kind of answers your looking for."  There was some bite to his words as he gave them a scornful look while he dug a hand into the pocket of his vest and produced a bent up, half burned cigar.<br/><br/>Ismark pushed up from the bed, staggering over to the flame of the candle atop his dresser.  "Ya betta off asking your, your mom."  He spoke with some disdain as he stole another spiteful look towards the duo.  Stuffing the cigar into his puffy lips Ismark leaned over the flickering flame of the candle and toked it back to life.  "I don't intend to be anywhere near you, or your fucking mom when the Devil comes to take you."  He took a deep drag off the cigar and let out a loud cough.<br/><br/>As smoke billowed in a thick cloud from his mouth the ruby cheeked man stared defiantly at them both.  "I guess my dad's warning never made it to you.  Not that I'm surprised, nobody ever leaves Barovia, but he wouldn't fucking listen."  Another belch followed but before Ismark could issue another word the sound of Xavier's rising voice calling for Esperanza grabbed his attention and he looked towards the doorway.