Alexia didn't like him propositioning in her bar and inn, mostly because she said it was strange for her to have someone she thought of like her boy selling himself while she sold food, drink, and board a few feet away. That didn't mean he couldn't make friendly though, right? The blond took a seat near the bigger man, setting down the heavy glass of amber alcohol that the man had ordered. "Something strong that burns on the way down - proper Bilgewater drink for proper Bilgewater stock."
“Burns goin’ in, burns goin’ out.” Graves takes the flagon, almost appreciatively (or as appreciatively as possible for someone like him), and idly sips at it. At the same time, he slides a coin across the table. This place has good drink, especially in comparison with the shitholes in Bilgewater.
