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Ro’liath turned to the fellow knight, holding his coin pounch in a taloned gauntlet and seemingly studying it’s contents. Except there were none. He looked at Tevruden, offering a sheepish grin, “Got any uh, spare change?” He asked before turning his gaze back to the vendor whom was by now, tapping their foot.
Ro’liath raises his hand obviously, fanning at his face, “Oh Tevruden! Dinner, and a threat of breaking the furniture? You sure do know how to woo a man.” He grins and makes a show of shuddering before looking back at the waiter.
He scurried away at Tev’s request, returning shortly after with the bottle, “If you need any more, p-please don’t hesitate to ask.” And with that he vanished back to the kitchen.
Ro’liath turned his gaze to Tevruden, smirking lopsidedly, “Light, I don’t know how you do it. Just the smell of that stuff makes me want to puke. I’ve never seen the point in drinking.”
“Hey hey, do not forget you have a boyfriend.” Tevruden chides. “The middle of a restaurant is a poor place for a fight anyway. ” He waves his fork around in the air ” There is nowhere near enough space to swing an axe.”
When the waiter returns, Tevruden takes the bottle from him and uses it to refill his glass, and with a flourish, the elf pulls another piece of meat onto his now-empty plate.
“Alcohol is a natural preservative.” the death knight nodes sagely, “Too bad the only way it normally has any effect is in quantities that would kill a mortal. Perhaps that is the point.” He shrugs. “Honestly it’s no worse smelling than some of the stuff in Naxxramas.”
Ro’liath snickers raising his mug of cola and tipping it to his lips. After a good long drink of it he lowers the rim and smirks, “And you have a girlfriend. I wouldn’t mind a good sparring partner though, it’s hard to find someone who won’t die so easy.”
He looks at the bottle and pulls a face, “And if you’re drunk that just means that I’ll win more than you. I doubt you could stand straight after awhile.” He coos, “I take very long very pleasurable baths in enchanted goo to stay fresh and beautiful. You should try it.” Ro’liath sets down his mug and exchanges it for his fork, stabbing back at the roast. By that time the waiter was returning with a second one per Tev’s request.
Tevruden nods "It is not exactly easy finding a good sparring partner. Feiyn is great, but she is still, you know, alive.” He shrugs again, “Plus, our fighting styles are quite different. You don’t spar with Eroseth?”
“Unlikely. Unless I start spiking this with Lichbloom, I could down the whole bottle at once and only get more than a little tipsy. It would take far more than this to affect my combat skills.” Tevruden laughs. “Most of the baths I take are to wash everything off. No point in letting anything start to rot, even if blood magic will take care of it. There have been complaints on how long I stay in there.”