"Skeletons?" Eris repeated with an amused smirk as she took another sip. "No. No skeletons. Decapitated heads, well, that would be another story." Her tongue flicked out of her lips, wetting them while licking away a bit of the Guinness. He was attractive, certainly; soft with a just enough mischievousness about him. The dark woman's fingers flexed and curled in a claw like manner and her smile grew more sinister; a feline with its prey insight.
"Sadly, far far too long," she purred then downed the rest of her beer and set the glass back on the bar. "I'm always up for a good one, though. If my partner is up for it as well."