Aaron was indeed intoxicated with Izzy. Her very demeanor seduced him, and yet it still felt so familiar. Her tone in reference to reincarnation distracted Aaron enough that he actually had to think about the answer. "Well I do say a good soul never really dies. Sometimes I find myself dreaming of a...past life, if you will. And you, Mon Cheri, seem very familiar to my core. If that were to be true, I damn myself for not being able to rememba' such a beauty, even from long ago." Aaron's eyes gifted back the playfulness he was receiving from Izzy. Flirting came natural to the man, but around this woman...he almost had to try!<br/><br/>Aaron took a swig of his whiskey. It had a smooth bite, much like himself in many aspects of life. He took a moment to take in the groups' questions, sipping away while stealing a few playful glances at Izzy. "Well sir..." he spoke towards Solas, "I am indeed originally from 'deez parts. So I should apologize now before my accent gets 'da betta' of me after few more of 'deez elixirs." Aaron raised his glass again and sipped it down to one more final sip that would finish it off. "I used to deal here, cards 'dat is. Drug runnin' in 'deez parts is a whole different line of work 'dat I dare not get into. I had a bad run-in a long while back and felt it was best I take my leave for a while. I traveled up to a few different states over a ten year hitchhike and decided it was time to come back home, just to settle back in. As for my sleeping arrangements for the night..." he glanced over at Izzy again, "I have none at 'da moment. I literally just arrived some hours ago." Aaron slid down the last of his beverage, and called the bartender over for another round.