Rose was enjoying the wine, far too much even as it had been quite some time since she'd allowed herself to indulge, only doing so because it was freely offered. Her tolerance for the drink was not like it had once been however, and she was already starting to grow a bit tipsy. She quietly continued to drink as she listened to Deneve's song, almost dozing off before she led several of the elves away to sit with her, leaving just the one getting her drunk and one other sitting with her.<br/><br/>She just watched unresisting as he moved up to stroke her hair. It was thin and solid to the touch, as if coated in a very thin layer of wax, abberant in nature as Rose red eyes stared at him curiously, "My hair was not this colour when I was first born." Her only answer to his question.