"No, I really do not." The words trailed into a laugh. It wasn't like what he'd said was really funny, but the combination of a low tolerance for the alcohol, the atmosphere, and some inside joke was enough. "The Veil has never done me much good. But I guess I have less to conceal than most."
Her speech, even tipsy, was precise and cultured. She had been brought up among her betters, politically, and some of that had rubbed off on her. The exceptional grey of her own eyes flitted up, seeking out the Fae above the crowd, and earning another spontaneous laugh. Then she was looking back at him, focused at last, which was made more intense by her flightiness up until then. She was playing, but she didn't make a secret of it, which took away anything ominous from the game.
"Are you qualified to be showing me around?" The tilt of her head was coy, a challenge lacing the innuendo of words.