Louis was incorrect when he first arrived to describe this as squabbling. Well - now it was. Words and now paint. Ozend felt kind of sorry that Alice's paint would need to be cleaned up by the barkeep.

"Hey Alice. Come here just a second. I have something I want to give you. Don't worry, no tricks. I'm confident you could easily deal with me if I tried to." He flattered her. Ozend just wanted to have a quick private thought before they entered a dungeon a little ways down the hallway. Something to lift her spirits.