Tilting her head a bit in thought, as she gave Irice's question some time to circulate inside her head, Nilia eventually just shook her head and simply stated, "No, I don't think so. Maybe if we were in some rowdy tavern getting too drunk to stand straight, but where they are, I am sure Adriaan is keeping a leveled head!<br/><br/>With Jon plopping down next to Nilia, who of course would mainly focus on eating and somewhat keeping up with the noble table manners she had half-way learned, he likely would, at several occasions feel the naga's thick tail, and once even hip and bum, brush and push against him, as a serpentine tail instead of legs made sitting on a regular chair a bit of a unsteady hassle, especially when she at times needed to lean in over her great bowl of food to get what she wanted in the moment! Still, in between chewing and swallowing she did have the time to ask the human, "I feel a bit bad about dragging you here Jon, you aren't really one for large meals, right? So next time, when we aren't recuperating from a mean fight, you can pick the place and get more quality out of your coin, so that you don't pay for a ton of food you aren't going to eat anyways?"<br/><br/>As for the oread, Nilia would smirk, then just shake her head, before slipping in with a quick, teasing, "So you see the appeal of using slaves as food, but not as gladiators? That's kinda fucked up for a priestess of Torag, isn't it?", smirking away until she followed it up with a sighing, "Personally, making a meal out of something that can't fight back, like those lizards, is hardly more interesting than eating a steak... Though I will agree that large, live meals that actually put up a fight inside your gut is exhilarating, no matter how they ended up there! ... That being said, are you sure it's wise to start drinking so heavily already buddy? The night is still young, you know!"