Neil plopped his butt on the cushioned chair across from her, crossing his legs as if he were born to ostentatious presentations on a throne. Cocking an eyebrow, he held out his hand and snapped it. The escort stalked away to fulfill his wish, and Neil swept his gaze over the crowd to gauge just what kind of people decided to spend their night in such luxury. Fortunately, most were nobles and wealthy merchants, speaking topics from gossip to trade agreements. Unfortunately, he saw more than a few eagle-eyed guards, some brought in and others working for the establishment itself. Notably he also saw a witch hunter, sitting at the table with an old man wearing an ulrican torque, the witch hunter in riding leathers and telltale jacket. He hadn't even removed his hat, speaking with the elderly man alone. Everyone gave them a wide berth. The group that appeared just as strange was a fat merchant entertaining a group of Dwarfs of different professions off at the corner, likely speaking business. 

The servant returned and placed a cigar in Neil's fingers, already lit. Neil gave Emmaline a wink, taking a drag of the cigar and opening his mouth to let out a stream that coalesced into a smoke ring. Neil wasn't a big smoker, but he knew how to impress with small skills. He was a man of many talents, most of them useless or used for petty thievery. Somehow he was ok with that. 

"Wine sir? We have the latest from Brettonia," The waiter offered, graciously inclining his head. 

"N-" Neil coughed suddenly, the smoke still in his throat seizing it for a moment. He coughed another few times and blinked his eyes, fully aware how embarrassing it was, holding up a finger. "Khishlev Whodka" he wheezed. The waiter in his doublet and fluffed sleeves, looked at him and then glanced at Emmaline, deciding not to embarrass Neil further by asking if he was alright. 

"Yes, Herr Hresvelg. And for the lady as well?" 

"[sub]Yes[/sub]." Neil's voice was tight, so he didn't cough again. The waiter promptly left. 

Moments passed, and Neil breathed through his nose to regain his composure, knowing her eyes were on him. He took another, more careful drag of the cigar and did not mess with any presentation this time, just appreciating it for the sensation. Thankfully his voice returned, just as the Vodka bottle was placed down, the waiter pouring two cups for them. 

"So, impressed yet?"