Ciinriel was now less hesitant with her drinks, though she still nearly gagged trying to down the liquid. She blinked rapidly and let out a few breaths as she put down the bottle. "Maybe that's it. Don't know why they wouldn't put them back on after though." 

Peiter's laugh was not quite as exuberant as Sabine's but it was still much more than he normally would have given. Afterwards, he stared at Tzirret for an awkwardly long time, seemingly deep in thought as he scratched his chin. Slowly, he held out his hand and pointed at the Khajiit. "I'm not sure if it's funny or...just insulting. Probably both. Anyway, don't think you don't have a smell you...furball. Your fur gets all wet, and it makes you like a wet dog. Even if you're a cat."

Suddenly, and without warning, Peiter leaned over towards Tzirret, who was to his left, and gave him a quick hug. "Don't worry though, we're still friends." He said. At that angle, however, he had the perfect opportunity to look at Tzirret's cards. Of course, Peiter had not actually had the presence of mind to notice that he had left his own cards face [i]up[/i] on the floor.