The girl quirks her brow incredulously at Laurin's jest.  Again, strangely, every sense of the shy, naive girl has ebbed away for the moment, but judging from the girl's frame she had best take it easy on the drink-- although, surprisingly, she shows nothing at all like intoxication... at least, not after two ales.  As she rests her bow-shaped lips on the rim of the third, she seems determined to take it very, very slowly.<br/><br/>Over that rim, she studies the achingly beautiful woman, notices as the scrap of pink peeks from her teasingly-arranged dress.  "Are you suggesting that I'm a slut, or are you asking to join in?"