The smiled stayed right on his face while she topped him off. "Well, who says you wont get attached to me, Carol." Nyx countered. Nothing like a little liquid courage to drive Nyx Ulric a direction. Hell, Nyx wasn't even sure where this was coming from. Taking a drink he still kept his gaze right on her, smiled unwavering. "Besides, who said I'm going to do anything but share drinks with you, Carol."
Then his frown matched hers. "Oi. None of that." Nyx pointed at her with the same hand holding his mug. "You are you, I accept that." There was a shrug. "I'm not anyone but, Nyx Ulric, dead man." He reminded her with a new placed smile.
"This was a woman. She was.." Nyx looked for the right word. "Odd."