Adelaide was starting to feel some effects of the drinking, but thankfully she'd kept it slow enough that she was feeling tipsy. It wasn't enough to say she was drunk, but it was enough to make her confidence boost and make her feel like her body was tingling. She was pretty intrigued in what he was saying about the Norse, especially interested in the women being warriors too. That sounded so wonderful to her. Spending days fighting, partying and sailing. Not inside surrounded by snobby people who think they're better than anyone else based off of a good birth or good marriage.<br/><br/>She didn't catch the realization in his eyes, but she had caught his glance at her birthmark. She quickly ran her hand through her hair again to cover the mark, hoping he wouldn't recognize it if he'd noticed it. Of course she'd forget one of the most important things before leaving the house. At least Nicolas might not know of the mark, even if she kept it exposed, but she didn't want to chance it.<br/><br/>There was enough alcohol in her blood now that she smiled coolly at him and downed the rest of her rum. "I work as a lady's maid." She told him, taking part of Eleina's story. "I have'ta be clean for thems." Her accent was a little more slurry now from the drink, but not horribly slurred as if she'd drank a fifth to herself. "No un' wants a dirty maid in they home." She waved at the bartender for another round and pointed towards Eleina's uncle in the corner. The bartender replaced the ale in her mug. "Same as e'eryone else. To drink and dance." She smiled at him, hoping he'd buy her story. It was odd for her to be chatting about 'herself' so much.