As Jezin approached the now overly-drunk Payton, she took another long swig from her glass. Her head danced slightly, to a imagined spin, and she hiccuped slightly. When Jezin took his seat, Payton's glazed face was replaced by one of that of excitement, "Sir Jezin! You've decided to come back to me." She teased, slightly, "No worries, I know the duties of bodyguards are demanding, and oft leave those unlucky enough to not demand a bodyguard wanting for our own attention." She went on, her speech slightly slurred, but otherwise was doing a good job of keeping up with her words, and speech, "I'm a lot tougher than I let on, Sir Jezin. I might even be able to take you." She said, with a slight giggle as she precariously sipped once more from her glass.