Adelise spent her meal enjoying her conversation with Kesten. She seemed absolutely delighted to not only have someone cute like him to talk to, but also simply to have any man who wasn't Silas or a bandit to speak to. Of course, when she heard of his sad story, she was somewhat less delighted, and attempted to offer what consoling words she could. More important, however, upon hearing the name of the one responsible, she readily agreed to assist him as she could. She felt a little guilty as she noticed a small part of her was happy about his situation, as it gave her a chance to actually help hunt down scum once again, instead of making company with them. Still, she was a compassionate woman, and tried to mentally beat that part of her into submission, as she did not want to take any joy from such terrible circumstances.<br/><br/>Of course, seeing Silas knighted soured her mood, even if the rest of them received rewards as well. She knew she would need to work with him, and to do so would likely require her to bury this grudge, but seeing him decorated with knighthood agitated her noticeably, and she quickly returned to her conversing with Kesten as soon as the ceremony was over, to try and push it out of her mind, placing the belt on the seat next to her. Of course, the very... excited Lawrence served to distract her from it all. There was too much on her mind to make the connection as to just where his sudden... excitement had come from as soup was ladled to her and she idly began to eat without a second thought.<br/><br/>... that is until she felt a certain heat, and all at once the pieces fell into place, as a large blush formed on her very shocked face. She tried sitting still, mentally willing away the effects, trying to focus on self control, with numerous murderous thoughts concerning Silas, whom she had absolutely no doubt was behind this, and much more sexual thoughts of Kesten making that very, very difficult. She sat in that attempt of forced-meditation for quite a while, likely concerning Kesten with her silence, at least until the effects kicked in for him as well, if he bothered to try it. She knew she should warn him, and probably the others, but it was increasingly hard for her to focus on anything that wasn't ripping off her and Kestens' clothes... though murdering Silas was still hanging in there pretty nicely. Still, it was only a matter of time before she slammed a fist down on the table, glared in Silas' direction, as if attempting to murder the rogue with her mind, grabbed Kesten and practically dragged him from the tables to go find someplace private, at the very least not wishing to be a part of some drug-fueled orgy if she could help it.