"Ah, I see." Nikolas said sagely, or in a tone that he thought probably sounded sage. "The food does get a bit old after a while...you'd think with the ability to magically conjure up basically anything, there would be a bit more variety. House Elves..."
His voice trailed off, and it seemed that he's lost his train of thought regarding the uses of House Elves, or their culinary skills, or whatever had been on his mind. Still standing where he'd stopped before, just outside of the tower, Nikolas found the cool air on his face and the warm, almost weighty feeling of the stout to be a pleasant contrast. He felt at ease, and relaxed, and it was much easier to put his frustrations out of his mind than it might otherwise have been. Looking down at Daphne from where he stood, Nikolas again had to battle the urge to laugh - not at her, really, just the situation. She looked so utterly forlorn sitting there with a bottle and a violin, like an unexpectedly pretty and well-dressed street performer.
Yet Nikolas hadn't drank enough to forget the fact that to reveal any sign that he found Daphne amusing, or vulnerable, or anything other than perfectly in control of herself, would be a very stupid thing indeed. So, instead of laughing, he let his eyes hover over her a few more moments before walking closer to her and settling down somewhat next to her - not especially near, but a better speaking distance at the very least. "Well I won't chatter incessantly. Though I do plan to continue drinking. This week has been shit so far and I discovered on Monday that I very much like not having to think about..."
Again he left off, though it seemed this time this was due purely to the fact that he didn't want to continue on that line of thought. Nikolas didn't want to bring up the mutual sore point of their arrangement, and he knew it could only serve to make her angry. Head against the wall, Nikolas tapped his bottle on the stone floor and rolled his head to the right, fixing Daphne with a sidelong glance. He stared very pointedly at the violin and gave a strange smirk. Opening his mouth briefly as if to continue speaking, Nikolas merely turned back to his bag and grabbed a handful of the candied ginger.