"A massage, hmm?" Ari tilted her head in curiosity, but, knowing Aspel, did not assume. "I hope it is enjoyable, then, if you find the means to get one this late." Outside of the red light district, it might be a bit complicated, but she wasn't going to offer unless asked. "If you change your mind about the song, I did promise you one, and you know I keep my promises. But for now, let us focus on the mead." She raised her glass and toasted Aspel. "To you, then, and being the only person to have gotten around my rather strict requirements for an autograph. You'll have to remind me to give you one before you go."