"Braon Hexenborne, at your service." She replies, putting a certain suggestive inflection on "service". As she talks, her hand slips under the table, where Fayyaad won't be able to see the arcane gestures she's making. "Tonight seems like a terrible time to be drinking alone, doesn't it?" She clicks her tongue against her teeth. "Terrible time. Good way to wear yourself out even more, I'd say."