The elven man greeted Ava with a tooth filled smile, sending a hand into the depths of his furs and returning with a handful of three coins. Padrin passed them over with a curt nod of appreciation before accepting the beverage and enjoying its alcoholic sting.<br/>"Ahh, the guvnor eh? My apologies, m'lady. You seemed busy with your weathered, and wonderful may I add, friend so I hadn't coined you as one of the bar staff."<br/><br/>Wetting his lips with another serving of ale and releasing a satisfied sigh. The alcohol didn't take long to surge through his system, melting his ice kissed veins and gifting Padrin the power to relax.<br/>"As for that bed, if you come with it I'm deffinetly interested!" came his own quip, smiling at the not so subtle remark and shaking his head slowly, a few hidden flakes of snow being shook loose from his silvery lox. "I jest, of course... But a room does sound grand, aye."