Demetri had just sat down when the nimble and quiet elf, Varon sat down next to him to speak in his two cents, which caused Demetri to chuckle grimly.<strong>"Your enthusiasm isn't an issue, I think it was something else, that I think we've both seen undo more men-and male elves, than any sword ever has."</strong>Demetri didn't hide that he thought the main interest in her talk was the thought of having a soft elven form to lay next to, and his smile didn't hide that.<br/><br/><strong>"Ale: and stew."</strong>He said to the bartender, deciding to eat at the bar instead of at a table as the tables all seemed too crowded. That was foolishness of course, but he'd prefer to not let his youth get the best of him with that elven whore that was trying to twist them around.<strong>"And don't skimp on the beef!"</strong>He made sure to tell the bartender, though it was loud enough for the cook that was in the kitchen to hear as well. Demetri slapped down a gold for the trouble, knowing what he asked for wasn't a common dish in these parts, and so the tip had to be just a little higher.<br/><br/><strong>"I know you wouldn't, our jokes are just jokes. We've been batting back and forth for a good couple of years now, the only time I get jumpy is when you get your hands.."</strong>He trailed off the words to look at his long time friend, and chuckled.<strong>"Or anything else near my rear end."</strong>He said as he took up the mug of ale and took a drink, sighing at the first taste of ale in a week or more.<strong>"By the way, I have to thank you for the jar of butter, I'm sure it will help me past all the tight spots we're to be in, in the days ahead. I'll have to make sure to repay the favor sometime, and the feather was a nice touch. Not sure what I'll do with it just yet, but I'm sure something will come to mind."</strong>The Galtean said with a cocky smirk on his features, his eyes wandering over the different liquors they had displayed behind the bar, and seeing which ones he'd tried and which ones he'd only heard of.