A cold chill ran up her spine. While he may act like it was a sick joke it reminded her to keep her guard up. "Not really the submissive type, think you'll need to find a wilting Pureblood for that," she said, a cold smile gracing her lips. She nodded at the barkeep when he dropped the bottle, it would probably save him some hassle. "Broomsticks actually, I like a variety. How about you, your house elf keeping you warm on all those cold nights?"
Alicia brought her hand up to her throat, making a gagging noise. "Sorry, you just made me vomit a little in my mouth. I'd return the sentiments but the vision of dead kittens and torture devices puts me off my drink," she said, saluting him with her drink and knocking it back easily.
She would never admit to enjoying the snarky banter. It passed the time if nothing else and if it got her a few cheap drinks then who was she to complain. She could ask for better company but no use in whining. It would be a pleasure to drink him under the table.