[Reilly]

"Enamoria's pretty," Reilly said. "And we had great parties. And cute boys. Though it doesn't seem we have a monopoly on that last one," she added with a wink. Her fingers idly tapped against her glass.

"Ah, the new thane?" She tilted her head to look at him. "Well, that's certainly an impressive job! You said your name was Tristan? Wait...are you the Tristan then? Tristan L'Evienne?" She gave a calculated squeal. "Imagine meeting you here! I'm very excited to meet you."

Then she looked down again. "Of course I believe you, and I hope I haven't made a fool of myself getting so worked up. You seem very nice, and I'd love to get to know you better, but I don't want to -- you know, to embarrass you or myself." Reilly put on the same vulnerable face. "I'm not used to meeting celebrities at all, much less having them buy me drinks."

She took another sip from her glass as she said this. Reilly too had a good deal of practice in alcohol consumption, and she could tolerate a lot more than one might suspect from someone of her size and build. But she was being careful too, making sure she left a good impression.