"Oh? With such an invitation, I can hardly refuse," Az purred, smiling at Aurin.... and then her eyebrows went up when the man stood. With nearly half a foot over her in height and easily seven stone more in weight, he was even more impressive up close. The display of strength wasn't unnoticed either, as he hauled the equally-tall Ken back to his feet as if he did so every day of the week. They grew 'em big, wherever Aurin and Ken were from - though she could hardly imagine that anyone so innocent and naive as Ken could have been from anywhere other than, say, the Chantry. Aurin was another matter entirely, far more difficult to read, and Az liked it that way.
Ken got another smile like a star blazing in the firmament, and then at Aurin's compliments and wit, the redhead grinned and didn't bother retaking her seat across from him - instead seating herself directly on the sturdy table, legs crossed at the knee, the deck of cards and her hands in her lap. "I doubt he can walk in a straight line right now," she pointed out rather wickedly, shuffling the deck once more. "And it is your turn to place the wager, dear Aurin - unless Ken is, in truth, sheltering an evil mind beneath that Chantry-boy exterior?"