He watched her try to make improvements to her appearance, smiling a bit. So she was not afraid of danger, yet she still cared for her appearance. He found that to be a rather well-balanced approach to life, and respected her for it.<br/><br/>She looked up at him, considering her answer to his question. When she spoke, her answer surprised him into jovial laughter. He tilted his head back as the sound of his joyful voice rolled through the room, "My dear... what a pleasure you are. I do feel it would be unkind were I not to warn you... If you are to drink along side me, then you shall have to brace yourself. I never do anything half way. Your answer is a dangerous one. Are you sure you wouldn't like something lighter?"<br/><br/>He spoke the words with just a tiny hint of challenge. His hope was that she would rise to it, enjoying the competition of a drinking game. He needed her happy, safe, and hidden. This was the best way to he knew to achieve it. She asked another question and his eyes widened.<br/><br/>"Milady, it seems that I owe you yet another apology. Where are my manners, that I could have forgotten to give you my name?!" he bowed formally, "Mordankell Longstrides, milady.... at your service."