Jacee felt her eye twitch a little, but she tossed the man a crooked grin as she finished her song, "It's not a fiddle, sweetheart, it's a violin. Big difference. But I'll take your offer for a drink," She handed the instrument back to its original owner, much to the dismay of the tavern, and stepped off the small stage. She frowned slightly at the stranger's back. He was too sober for her liking-- something had to be up. Still, a drink was a drink. She eyed the beverage in his hand a moment and smirked, "If you don't mind, I'll order myself. I'm a bit picky, but I'll keep it cheap."<br/><br/>She gave her order to the barmaid then turned her attention to the man. She paused a moment, puzzling over how to breach the situation. He was handsome, sure, but Jacee had seen enough handsome charmers to last a lifetime. Growing up as a rich girl did that to you. She supposed it was a good thing though, as she'd learned long ago that the nicer a man looked, the more sneaky, dangerous, and conniving he was. Jacee Allen put her guard up; she was not one to be charmed.<br/><br/>"So aside from your impromptu lesson in musical instruments, why offer the drink. Usually only drunken idiots offer a drink to the performers. What's your angle?"<br/><br/>Jacee was never one to mince words. Never did her any good anyway. She quirked a pink brow at the man in front of her, drink in one hand, while the other rested in her lap. An interesting day indeed.