"No..." She said, pouting. The desired effect was ruined a bit when she hiccuped, but to Malcador it only made her cuter. He had imbibed in a bit of wine, but had neglected to go all in like Emmaline. He knew no matter what, he'd have to walk her home. And unlike what he had been planning, it likely wouldn't end the way he wished. Malcador wasn't a virtue of morality by any stretch, he was a handsome lech used to finagling his way through life when his good looks and wit couldn't hack it. But he also wasn't one to take advantage of a woman when she was drunk. Of course she would sober up in a few hours, but he would be out on the town by then!

"And if that's the case, then why did you want us to go out here?" He asked her, his quick mind summing up the answer before she even spoke. 

"You..." She went, idly playing with the pond of gold in the pouch she cradled. "You seen smart, and I wanted to semduce you... to help me..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. [i]Gods be good[/i]. "You got a little too drunk to do that, Emma." 

"I'mb usually better at it." She admitted. "Been a weird day." 

Malcador paused, contemplating his next move. It wasn't evening yet, so he still had some time, but should he help her? He looked at her, and immediately realized with amazement that he would. [i]Grand idea, old boy[/i]. He scratched the back of his head as he considered their options. She was gorgeous beyond belief, but even though he "Emma? Emmaline?" He said, and she perked up curiously. He looked defeated. "I'll help you, we have a few hours before I get busy, I think. And we'll need to work fast. I'll walk you home, and then I'll get my supplies and spellbooks. I'll come over to your place, and then we'll work on it as long as we can. Alright?" 

"Yes!" She squealed, and planted a big, wet kiss on his cheek. 

An hour later, Malcador had led her to her room, as much for her safety as to make certain he knew where it was himself, then the celestial mage ran out of the Chamon tower. As he descended the winding, metallic steps, he garnered a bunch of incredulous looks from students and staff. A few calls of "Are you lost, Skygazer!?" chased him, but he ignored it. He made it to his own tower, and with relief, he realized most of it was still deserted. No questions on that end, he thanked Sigmar for. He grabbed his mortar, pestle, alembic, calcinator, as well as his tools of measurement and his spellbook, along with a few common components. Sulphur, and the like. 

He practically sprinted back. Shallya knows how desperate he was to get this done quickly. Luckily he received less jeers when he arrived back, likely because with all of the equipment, he seemed more like a helper than an interloper. 

That or everyone was getting too drunk or stuffed to care.