Brother Wu's skills with storytelling were remarkable, long had the time been since Wei had enjoyed herself so thoroughly.  Could one doubt there was nothing under the heavens like spirits of the heavenly and alcoholic sort to make one pleased to be near a lively man?  He had drawn close to her mid-tale, breath warm on her ear, and she thought he rather might attempt to steal a kiss.  The whispered words were soft as a caress and promised what she had sought since earlier in the evening.<br/><br/>She had drawn away, still smiling, and refused to let her gaze wander, focusing on Brother Wu as he concluded the decidedly more salacious aspect of his tale.<br/><br/>"Ah my poor Brother, the morals of the heavenly often conflict with our mundane."  She checked his refreshment, "Which is why it is to our benefit to have those such as you tell these tales.  Wouldn't you agree?"  Her words were directed at Brother Wu, but her gaze rested briefly on Qiuyie.  Her voice became thoughtful, though perhaps the deeper tone was due to the slight brush of a hand on her back, "Illustrations..appearances, they can often deceive."