<span style="font-style: italic">"Felicity. </span>" She repeats her name for Vormitraax's benefit, almost without even thinking about it by this point. The mispronunciation of her name was a constant source of both amusment and annoyance, and which one of the two it was varied largely by the time of day and her own mood. At the moment, it was seemingly humorous, drawing a little grin from the big catgirl, her eyes practically seeming to glitter in the low light "I almost feel bad fer any scallywags what messes with poor lil' ole me, what bein' I gots me this big ole' strong, handsome knight lookin' after me, Mmm?" Her own little jest was almost enough to make her break out into laughter, but even in her currently-intoxicated state, she had least had enough social couth to realise that might not be the best idea. Plus, stoking his ego was absolutley<span style="font-style: italic">thilling</span>, simply because it kept him going and going and going.<br/><br/>Seeing as how Vormitraax deigned to delve into the offered liquor gracing the table before him, Felicity scoops it up for herself, tilting the edge of the glass towards  the draconid as if to say 'I'll take care of that for you', before tossing it back in a single, smooth swallow "Hooooaaaahhh!! Yah, that's the stuff there, haha! Oohh, ya knows how ta pick them, Nanami." Running her tongue along her lips to gather up the last bits of flavor the rather potent drink left behind, Felicity once more focuses her gaze upon Bella, her eyes glinting deviously and her lips spreading into an equally as deviant little smirk "Can't eat like us? Phah, y'just need a lil' practice, girl. I doubt ye'd be eaten by mistake, either..." Gazing down into her second empty glass, she idly swirls it around in her hand, eyeing the last little droplet within rolling around the edge of the glass. Almost as an afterthought, she adds, still smirking "....I'd do it on purpose."<br/><br/>Despite the obvious teases, Bella knew better - Felicity had an amazing appetite on her and certainly loved to tease about it, but profitable relationships were as good a safety net as anything else, and Bella had moved enough merchandise that she'd earned her place BY Felicity's side, not INSIDE her. Still, the teasing had been long-going, and likely was not going to stop any time soon "Course, then I'd have to find meself another lass t'tend ta my affairs...too much trouble." She offers up a little, playful wink, before once more turning her attention back to Vormitraax.<br/><br/>"Eh? Wazzat? Speak, dragon! Y'don't have to raise ya damn...ahhh, whatever." She says dismissively, waving her hand as if washing herself of it. It wasn't the first time he waited idly by to be given permission to voice his opinion or input, and she doubted it would be the last. The mention of 'unruly smiting' does draw a soft laugh from Felicity, and - unable to help herself - she follows up on the tailcoats of Bella's description "If they're orcs, dear Vormitraax, I'spect they'll be not only unruly..." Leaning in a little closer, as if the very mention of the orcs was something of vile curse, Felicity's voice drops to a mere whisper, just barely audible over the din of the tavern proper "...I expect they'll be obstreperous, recalcitrant...and even downright ill-behaved. Course, ye'd right their ways in a skip, wouldn't ya, me brave eh...knightly fella?"<br/><br/>"So, yah. I'm good t'leave whenever, like little catnip said. Ain't got a whole lot left after me little...ahh...fall by the wayside, as it were." Felicity pats the big pistol at her side - it looked more like a small cannon attached to the catgirl's waist - and her curved cutlas, pock-marked with many a blade nick, but still quite servicable and well-kept "All I be needin' here. Change o' clothes would be nice, but can't figure out where I left the damn things. Were a wild night in the tavern yesterday."