<span style="color: #ffff00">"because i am buying a new bottle of mortal made whiskey, i return the glass to the place it's bottled periodically."</span>she chuckled and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00">"apparently the worst offense was a ten ounce bar of completely pure platinum..."</span>she sighed sadly and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00">"i must have been really upset that night."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"precisely."</span>she frowned a little, and then blinked at him.<span style="color: #b30000">"pretty..? uh... what? umm."</span>she shook her head and in every other way she acted as though she were blushing hard before she slowly recovered.<span style="color: #b30000">"uh, the uh... peaks... achieved in disguise are um... they leave dissatisfaction worse then doing nothing so, can but wouldn't want to... i can change my disguise but it takes a lot of effort and months to get established enough to maintain while sleeping and being drunk or otherwise impaired."</span>Lonnie would sense some omission in the process to change her disguise but nothing truly dishonest. she nodded with a smile.<span style="color: #b30000">"good... though it occurs to me that if you lock up all of my victims i won't have anyone in this city left to rob... i might have to go back to robbing Goblin cartels." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>