"Red wine would be perfect-" He started to say, but the waiter had already walked away. Well, if they didn't bring two glasses then he could complain at least, or just go up and take some himself. He smiled in agreement when she made a face about the lack of vodka. Luckily they had some back at the tower. The fact she liked gut-puncher drinks was strangely attractive, he realized. 

The booms in the distance sounded like muted crashing. It was actually cathartic to Neil. He had always liked noises like that, or thunder. He loved storms, and for awhile he felt he liked storms because it was more havoc, but in truth that wasn't it. Thunder, or crowds, or any sort of loud commotion off to the side made him feel like the major events were happening elsewhere, and he could do what he wanted without fear of repercussion wherever he was, even if it was distant thunder and falling asleep. Soon the waiter came back, and brought two glasses and a bottle, thankfully.

"I'm not much of a worrier, as you might have guessed. Thanks-" He told the waiter as the fellow poured the glasses. The food had been nice and filling. Neil was feeling relaxed already. "But that would suck if things went downhill for me here. Nuln's a nice city. I do miss Marienburg, though." 

Neil took a third generous sip of his wine before the waiter had been gone two minutes. He wasn't against getting wine drunk tonight. He felt the zest slip down his throat and placed the glass down, leaning on the table in what would usually be considered a rude-fashion, though it was clear he was just interested in his dinner companion. "So, I'm curious. You are a really good actress. I'm ok, but you must have trained somewhere. How do you do it? And also how many accents can you do?" He asked, keeping his voice low enough so no one could eaves drop. "And fucking, how many people have you swindled?"

It was clear before he spoke that he had been staring at her. A part of him really wanted to get back so he could appreciate her in that outfit a bit more personally, but honestly he was just fixated. She screwed over so many people, he was rapt with curiosity on her track record. Idly he realized she might mention past lovers, which wasn't the most fun topic. But he was willing to take that chance. He felt like he had been an open book since they met, and while she shared quite a bit, he had always been a talker around a girl he fancied.