"Whatever makes you comfortable, my friend." Daelen grinned as he heard Sabre's voice, pushing up off the bar and coming in towards the door to greet the man. He took a look at him and grinned, seeing the disheveled look of a man who was just as nervous as the rest of them. He sipped his drink and nodded to Zipporah with a smile. "Sabre, Zipporah. Zipporah, Sabre." He grinned as he introduced the two, watching them. "She'll take your bag and put it away in one of the spare bedrooms if you'd like, and as for your jacket and the rest of your clothes, disrobe at your leisure. Until then, care for a drink?" He leaned back and sipped his own drink, the sharp burn of the alcohol combining with the carbonation of the soda to tickle at his nose and throat as it went down.<br/><br/>The alcohol dulled the edge of his nerves a bit as he watched Sabre and Zipporah interacting, a smile edging across his face slowly and spreading. He was glad to see Sabre had showed up, and hoped he was only the first of many. This was to be a special night, perhaps even stretching into a weekend or even more. As the thought of how the night should be passed through Daelen's mind, he pushed up again and straightened his back. He reached for a remote on the bar and changed the music to something with some soul, a little R&B to set the mood.<br/><br/>"I'm glad you like the place. I keep it for just such an occasion." Daelen smiled at the compliment to the house, a place he had picked up quite literally just for such an event, a place he didn't frequent unless a party was going to happen. "Make yourself at home, while you're here, my house is your house."