“I'm a matchmaker!” Nixa laughs. Hers is dramatic, involving tossing back her floor-length hair and giving what could be interpreted as slightly ominous peals of laughter. “Albeit that's not exactly what I was aiming for. Really, both of you ought to know that love is useless.”

Thoroughly amused, Nixa shakes her head and looks away, watching Aiden work instead. "Quite a stock, isn't it? Not sure how they got it all. I bet they can match just about any order. A shame, that. Such a misuse of magic."

How calmly she says that, as though she's never misused magic herself. Shoving Vierzt, her own blood, out of the inn springs to mind...

Can't believe he isn't angry about that, actually. Ah well.