Blade chuckled again when the half-elf mentioned that she'd been the bouncer at one time, armed with nothing but a fierce glare. That must have been a sight to behold. Then the argonian's expression changed to one of surprise, brows raised, when Lyari turned down the coins and explained why. "I see," he said, "then I apologize if I caused any offense. Forgive my ignorance."<br/><br/>His eyes dropped to Lyari's hand as she moved it to caress his own, then he glanced briefly at the second mug of liquor before twisting his wrist and catching Lyari's forearm firmly in his palm. Careful not to squeeze too hard, his iron grip still hinted at the powerful physique hidden beneath his clothing as he pulled the half-elf close enough to whisper in her ear. A combination of liquor and primal desire was causing him to succumb to his baser needs, "You know Lyari," he started rhetorically, "I rarely turn down more drink, but what I'm really craving now is a taste of that tight snatch I've heard so much about." As he spoke, Blade nuzzled the half-elf's neck with smooth, pebbled lips, and delicately tasted her flesh with the tip of his tongue before gently nipping at her ear lobe. All the while a low growl rumbled forth once again.