Luca lead the men in merry songs, sometimes in Tandane, others in Orcish.  He let his words get more slurred with each hour.  He kept Nichole in his lap when he wasn't sending her for fresh drinks or food, snuggling, pinching, and playfully fondling--nothing a maid in a rough bar wouldn't consider politely flirty.<br/><br/>As the hours went buy, he lay his head down on the table and feigned sleep, expecting the others to do the same.  As things fell silent, he let his ears do the work, intending to give the assassin a few hours to see if he would be fool enough to fall for the ploy and try to put a knife in his back in his drunken stupor.