She grins while listening to his self-justification. The rattling off of assets and debts, a sort of mental accounting of just how much wiggle room he had for the purchase of expensive liquor. She glanced toward the bottle as he spoke, the expensive amber liquid resting so temptingly in its glass bottle. One of the finest spirits available in Eorzea, it had aged for years in oak barrels giving it a particular dark hue, and a rich mellow flavor edged with the hardness of stiff liquor.Â
She had chosen to pour a few glasses for Warren, unsure if he would fully appreciate it--she was sure he would now once he saw the price tag.Â
She glanced back to him just as he was offering to share a glass, drawing a delighted grin, "Now that's an offer!"Â she glanced the other way, toward Momodi, "Well I'll be done soon.. I don't think ma'am will mind at this hour, do you?"Â Her grin revealed a little hint of playful mischievousness in her eyes, anxious to dance along the edge of what she was "supposed" to do.
She had chosen to pour a few glasses for Warren, unsure if he would fully appreciate it--she was sure he would now once he saw the price tag.Â
She glanced back to him just as he was offering to share a glass, drawing a delighted grin, "Now that's an offer!"Â she glanced the other way, toward Momodi, "Well I'll be done soon.. I don't think ma'am will mind at this hour, do you?"Â Her grin revealed a little hint of playful mischievousness in her eyes, anxious to dance along the edge of what she was "supposed" to do.