Zipporah grinned, nodding and thinking as she walked around the bar and dug for a couple bottles.  "Well, then how about my favorite drink, Sir?  It's pretty sweet, so if you don't like that just let me know."  She filled a glass with ice, eyeballing the mix as she poured in amaretto, fresh-made sour mix, grenadine and sprite, stirring it then popping a cherry in the top of the glass then slid the glass toward Sabre.  "Hopefully it's not too girly for you.  Almond liquor and grenadine for my heritage, sweet with some depth of flavor."<br/><br/>As she was turning to put the bottles away, watching for the man's response, she heard someone else coming to the door, looking at Daelen with her hands full and laughing a little at the commotion, "Master, I think someone wants you, that or the police have found you at last."  Her tone was both respectful and teasing and she bit her lip to hide a grin, hoping she wasn't stepping out of line.