Paul smiles, while raising a mental eyebrow. "Lucky indeed."<br/><br/>He turns to Elsa, and raises his glass to her. While most scions can sense when there's another Child of the Gods around, he's managed to attune to his divine ichor a bit closer. It's not perfect, but at this close a range, he could tell that Elsa was a scion. "Well met. It's rather rare to find an attractive woman who actually likes beer."