[@Wick] Clay smiled back at Valyna, not an ordinary smile but a well practised charming, confident, flirtatious smile that could melt hearts and belonged on the cover of magazines, worst of all, he knew it and how to use it.

Clay holds off on words, replying only with his eyes. He just looks at her, leaving a sense uncertainty to fill the silence nearing the point of awkwardness. Then he breaks the little moment to look at the fiery sprite like creature throwing over money.

[@Rusalka]Clay looks from the new newcomer to his bottle of whiskey and back again. 
He sizes the two up and with a shrug hands the rest over to the little guy.
"Close enough." He says with a shrug and a laugh. "Welcome" he adds on with a genuine nod before turning back to Valyna.

"So is your day getting any better yet?"
He enquires as he puts the last pieces of her second drink together and slides it over to her.
"If that pixi hasn't cheered you up maybe we could get a guitar solo from our friend here."[@Rusalka]