<br/>Feeling the time was right, with the ale adding to his courage he quickly and gently lifts her from the stool.  As he lifts her, he turns her so that he may look into her eyes.  Isakar takes a deep breath, he whispers her name, “Ayame” and bends down to give her a kiss.  He tenses as their lips touch bracing for a slap or worse yet a dagger in the stomach if the ale has so dulled his senses that he made a poor decision.<br/><br/>