He caught sight of Sabine Rosmerta over her shoulder wearing significantly less, and shook his head slightly. "No, I like it. It's classy." Well, as classy as lingerie went.
Amycus poured himself a strong drink. He tended to be a rather surly drunk, but he honestly couldn't imagine being any surlier than he had been over the past few weeks. Maybe a nice buzz would be just the thing to lighten him up.
Brushing his hair out of his eyes, he cocked his head at her. "No offense, but you don't really seem like the lingerie and alcohol type."