"Oh, yes, thank you." Irene gratefully accepted the drink with a winning smile at the bartender in question, before helpfully supplying, "And you know, while we're mentioning safe words -- I'm the proprietress of Dite's, just over there?"

She gestured vaguely in the direction of the shop, a habit she'd adopted some time ago in order to allow her conversational partner the wiggle room to pretend they'd never noticed the island's sex shop. Liliana did not seem that type, of course, but discretion was also more fun sometimes.

"And while I have my own war stories, of course, I hail from a completely unmagical, and thus I'm forever fascinated by all things...mancer," she added, offering a cheeky little shrug on the last word, there.