Elle's back stiffened and she turned to stare at Ghaleon sharply. "What are you suggesting?" she said, and her eyes were sharp though her face was turning a bright red. "That I drink your brew," which she could smell even from where she sat, "and... sleep with you?" she turned away again, both hands in her hair, combing through her long ponytail as if reassuring herself that she was still awake and not drifted into some strange hypothermic sleep.<br/><br/>"I do not drink," she said finally, and turned again to look at him. One knee bounced as if she were slightly nervous. She had never really been in a situation like this, and despite her training she wasn't sure what to do with herself. Fochiana would have winked conspiratorially and nudged her sister in the ribs. Elle, for once, was glad that her younger sister was not present.