The taste of wine was sweet against his tongue and Cyr savored it as it slipped down his throat. It was almost too sweet, in fact, for it to do his thirst any good. He drew back suddenly, though not far - he was, after all, tied up and confined to a tree. His assailant leaned in, her coy and dominating attitude matching her childlike demeanor and whispered her warning. He looked at her warily as the sickly sweet taste of wine continued to invade his senses, and kept that stare even as he took another drink, and then another. He wasn't daft; he knew what she was doing, but he was if nothing else a man of priority. Whatever concoction she'd drugged him with the first time obviously had no fatal effects. If she'd been hired to kill him, he wouldn't be there in the first place. No, she wouldn't risk killing him, he had to rely on that. When it came down to it, it was either drug himself or die of thirst. To be honest, he rather fancied the first.<br/><br/>Fatigue set his features already, and the drug weighed down his eyelids to where he struggled to keep them open, but he watched her carefully as she leaned in and fiddled with the rope, small hands making quick work of the bindings until he could shrug them off. His first response was to immediately run. Gather all of his senses and just make a dash for it. Scoffing at the idea in his mind, Cyr pushed his back up against the tree, using its balance to help him find his feet. Standing up straight was an experience, and it felt as if his legs weren't under him; or if they were, it was as if he had no control of them. Still,<span style="font-style: italic">still</span>he maintained the presence of mind to rope one arm around the tree to keep himself steady as he swung himself around to face the other way as he relieved himself.<br/><br/>"I'm going to assume you know who I am. Prince Cyrithil Idhren of Elyria. Pleasure," he threw back over his shoulder, shaking himself dry and pulling the laces of his trousers tight again. His free hand fumbled with tying them as he turned back to face her. "Am I going to be graced with your name, or should I continue calling you 'halfling' in my mind?"