Sabine grinned and giggled at Colours' rant. She couldn't know whether he was simple being a lying scoundrel like usual or whether what he claimed actually happened. Either way, it sounded entertaining. She also returned his look as he insisted that she let loose. She was not entirely convinced, but did not immediately reply.

However, the pastry shocked her to silence. It smelled of moon sugar. Sabine stared at it and her smile faded. The prospect of letting loose tonight, in the middle of a mission, did not sit well with her. The more she stared at the pastry, the more anxious she became. She was only brought back into reality by the wine that was placed in front of her. That gave her something else to stare at.

"Oh, it is?" Sabine said for lack of anything else that came to mind. "Um. Colours..." Sabine slowly slid the wine away from her on the table. She hadn't even finished her ale. "I am not sure it is such a good idea that I...'misbehave' tonight. I need to be ready for tomorrow."

Sabine did a poor job of obscuring how uncomfortable she felt about the situation.