"Ah yes, that's very true... and then we'd wind up in the infirmary and at the mercy of Ashley." Neville put on a mock-scared face on, but just imagining what their Healer would say, or think and then say... well Neville thought it was right of Ari to check that it wasn't Ashley when he knocked on her door.
Ariana was grinning, obviously thinking of something, or coming up with plans for the magician - poor bloke didn't know what he was in for. "You look much too mischevious already to need a drink to fuel it on." He cast a quick look around the theatre and was glad that he was dressed properly, seeing as all the other gentlemen were wearing something similar. "Alright then, I could go for a pint. What would you like?"