*snorts (but she simultaneously draws a shaky hand across her face (Eru, can we not have this conversation?))* He's not as exciting as all that, I promise you. Except he is, in some sick way. Or at least he knows enough to keep the alcohol flowing. *slightly startled by the ramifications (she's still processing this part, of course)* And you're Elrond's son. There must be legend in the water.