Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
"Mm." A slight huff of air accompanied a low chuckle. "Must have something play to my advantage." It was a slight jab at herself in reality, but Aspel hardly minded. That was half the fun, wasn't it? A hand rested on the counter, finger tips rubbing against grain of the top for a moment before her hand turned palm up, offering it simply to Ari. "You'll have to tell me some day how my charms seduced a sweet, young thing like yourself." Another joke, this one simple but an edge of tiredness crept back in around the corners of the words. How noticeable it would be was simply up to how well those around Aspel were acquainted with her, or their own level of perception.
An entertained noise slipped out at Ari's description of those around them. "As you wish." Eyes would follow the direction given to them by the bard's gesture. After taking a good look at the man singled out, a look was given back to Ari. "No? And how drunk inebriated would you require for alternatives?" Subtleness, it was something that seemed to be missing for this evening. "If there were any left standing." A short but hard laugh slipped out, a glance given around the room as it seemed that others were dropping like flies. However, the mention of celebration would not be missed, nor the lead in to what Ari had been spending her time on.