<div class="floatright"> <br/>(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Wolfspirit.jpg)<br/><strong>Ansha Wulfhart</strong><br/>  </div><br/>Ansha swipes the bottle, when the Lady is done messing with it - she doesn't seem too worried about the quality of the stuff. "Lure him out? You have something he'd come for personally?" Lords rarely do, in her limited experience, so she's curious to hear the answer, if there is one. "They send underlings, for most things, don't they?"<br/><em>Strong enough alcohol will kill pretty nearly anything</em>, Ansha muses, as she sniffs the contents of the cup.<em>Dishes, injuries ... tastebuds. Pfagh, that /is/ cheap. </em>She sets the cup down, without a sign of distaste, and tilts her head at the Lady, shaking a little of her unruly hair out of her eyes.