Emmaline finished her mug and dipped another. She felt as buzzed as though she had been drinking for several hours but as yet had none of the dizziness she would have expected with that load of alcohol. She chewed some of the spiced chocolate and then tried some of the almond bread. She probably should have eaten something before she started drinking. Even in her current state she wasn't sure crawling through a sewer into a forest filled with beastmen sounded like a great idea, but that didn't seem important right now. 

"Gooo," she giggled as Neil's fingers ran through her hair. The spell which had dyed it left no residue the way regular dye might have done and it was indistinguishable from her blonde self save for the flaming color. She took another drink of the dwarven ale, the taste so good it overwhelmed her drinking knowledge.

"I... I've always wanted to go to Marmarianburb," she slurred. She twisted her eyes downwards to look at her rebellious mouth.

"Mammar... Maroon," she tried and then gave it up as Neil continued to speak.

"Too... good? I'm a discased failed..." she hicupped.

"Failed wizard," she managed, "You are am enginfeer with a... bright future... you have a certificate and everything," she giggled. Her ale fogged mind caught up with the rest of what he had said and she started, feeling slightly more sober.

"People don't love me," she managed, popping some more chocolate into her mouth.

"They 'love' me," she said, putting her hands beneath her breasts and hefting them towards Neil. The slight sadness in her tone at odds with the lewdly suggestive act.