Normally Adelaide didn't like the term princess, the connotations of it and the way people usually used it, if not in a derogatory way at least in a dismissive way raising her hackles. Harlow said it like the greatest compliment he could think of though, like it was an achievement of hers rather than something to be petted on the head over and sent off to sit in her tower. So the two balanced out, and the result was a casual shrug and smile, as if it were a matter of course. "My brother's real good to me," she said fondly, utter devotion clear in her expression. "Raised me up and did a lot of things just to take care of me. I'm pretty mad about him, despite his lady friend issues."
"He just might," Adelaide admitted about Sarge. "I'll definitely put out the word that I'm fond of you being alive, but probably we should make a note to self not to have any sleepovers at my place any time soon." She didn't really think that Cutter would destroy Harlow, but he certainly could and though Addie hadn't seen it firsthand all that often, she knew he had a temper. "You know, just in case. You're too pretty not to be all in one piece," she grinned.
Adelaide watched how much gin went into the drink, and when he offered it she took her first sip with judgement reserved. There weren't many drinks she liked the taste of, as a rule, but this one had a definite leg up over some of the other. "Mmm, oh that's not bad," she said, though she plucked up the honey and added one last drizzle, primly. "I have a sweet tooth. My dealer Big Bear keeps me in Skittles," she told him solemnly. She took another sip, and in the midst of it his hands caught her eye and she raised her brow. "Do you paint?" she asked him as she set the glass back down on her bar.