“Whiskey? That’s mother’s milk in comparison.” Béatrix quipped and went to take the flask back from him. Alistair tossed it into his other hand, obviously toying with her. He liked to play cat and mouse almost as much as she did, it always made the hunt more fun. If Alexander wasn’t present, she would probably have been more daring and bold in her attempts to get the flask back. Regardless, they would soon be off on the march for blood.

“I think there is far too much talking and not enough walking going on. Let us be off!” she said and held out both of her elbows expectantly “A man on each arm, as it should be.” Trixy said with a sultry smile. Trixy ignored Ali's purposeful butcher of her native language. She had long since worked to teach him the fine romance language, he knew how to speak... he just chose not to. Once again, toying with her.