An appreciative smile crept to Undol’s lips as Vincent easily gave Mirana a few things to do, lightening the mood a bit. Honestly, the Lilliputian was at a loss of how to properly comfort Mirana – distracting her like that was the best way he could imagine helping her right now, Undol thought, and Vincent had done just that. Finishing that thought, he took in a deep breath and let it out, relaxing a bit more.<br/><br/>“Thanks a bunch, Vincent,” the small man commented happily as Vincent set down the shorter shot glass down near him, his thanks in appreciation for both keeping Mirana in order and serving him the drink. He leapt up onto its edge, sitting on it as he pulled a small glass from the side of his belt. Swiftly, the small man swung the glass down into the shot glass and pulled it back up, about two shots (well, relative to his size) worth of the liquor filling his tiny cup.<br/><br/>As Spike began to talk to him, Undol took a swig of the glass, emptying his Lilliputian-sized cup of the volatile mixture in a few seconds. Though it was only a few drops to a normal person, it was quite a bit for him. He gritted his teeth briefly as he felt a somewhat comfortable burn flow down his throat.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Quite a fight, my friend. It was a marvel to see you keep your cool in the battle, even considering how much danger you appeared to be in. And I have to say, that shot you took was incredible. It's been a long time since I've seen someone with such keen eyes. I've managed to take care of myself for a while now, but my biggest weakness is still that i lack eyes in the back of my head. If you're intent on joining this adventure, I'd be honored if you'd care to...'ride' with me, and watch my back."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Undol replied, grinning as he felt the alcohol beginning to work into his system, “Hey, thanks for the compliment, big guy. I would’ve probably had a harder time keeping my nerves if I wasn’t concentrating on protecting Mirana.” He laughed to try to lighten his comment. Honestly, he had forgotten about protecting his friend for a moment during that fight – the experience with nearly being eaten alive had sent him berserk in desperation to stay alive. His laugh ended in a nervous look as he finished those thoughts.<br/><br/>His feet tapped on the side of his shot glass as his face widened back into a smile, continuing with his cheerful talk. “If you weren’t distracting him, well – I probably wouldn’t be in a state to enjoy this drink. I wouldn't mind watching your back; though, I don't know how well that'd work in a fight. While you're a good distance away from me to me,” he held up his hands, pretending to hold a crossbow aimed at the orc, trying to demonstrate a point about how combat is for him, "I'm actually in arm's reach of you."<br/><br/>The Lilliputian leaned forward on his thin glass seat, his hands resting on his knees. He turned to look over at Lilium as she neared Vincent in a more intimate range, talking to him. Smirking, the Lilliputian muttered to himself too quietly for most to hear, “I guess she’s dangerous in more ways than one.” He drew his glass into the larger shot glass again, drawing up another sizeable shot of whiskey. However, he refrained from drinking for a moment as he shifted his gaze.<br/><br/>Undol’s attention was drawn away from Lilium and Vincent by Mirana – she had brought over a pair of potions to the half-giant woman. The tall woman was still obviously full and working on her meal. Mirana was acting hesitant, from the Lilliputian's view – though it might have been obvious to some to read the Nekojin’s facial expression as being interested with the half-giantess’ work, the Lilliputian read it as nervousness. Feeling protective of his friend, he watched the exchange carefully, his smile still barely on his face, held there mostly by the fact he had forgotten to let it go.