((OOC: Sorry for not answering earlier Dwarmin, I got arrested on Saturday evening at a party-cum-protest, spent the night on the concret floor of an unheated cell opened to the outside and thus had to spend my sunday catching up with some sleep.))
The reason Sheb hadn't drunk any of his hypocras yet was a simple one: Tala was beautiful outside, but now that she had taken off her heavy winter cloak, she was stunning. Sheb had the utmost difficulties in keeping his eyes from sliding down along her white, slender neck toward her... But hell, I'm disgressing. Suffice to say he wasn't paying much attention to her words, and couldn't help blushing when he heard speak about the night.
He also couldn't help hating himself for blushing. He had come to the city wanting to conquer the whole world, and he was now feeling like a teenager being played with. And to add insult to injury, she was now talking about her accent like nothing happened.
Tala wa ssurely unlike any girl he ever met. While he was surely attracted by her in what we'll call a physical way for decency's sake, he was starting to get more and more interested in her personality and her history. She was... different, and a possible way up the social ladder to the very top.
He now remembered why her name struch a chord earlier: when he was in the marketplace, some people were wondering if the Queen would instate her as a regent for the next months!
Sheb took a large sip of his hypocras before speaking.
"Indeed Lady Alanis. Although I must say you seem to have been more successful in the pursuit of those interests than me. Although with time I'm confident I'll prove to be quite able at the power game myself. For someone born outside of Ligorian society, you were admirably quick in fitting in.
But please, tell me more about those opportunities you were speaking of. I've heard that Ligoria is apparently going to war against some warlord that invaded Mileth. Were you thinking of the opportunities that inevitably arise from a conflict, or opportunities of a more... personal kind?"
Saying those last word, Sheb advanced his hand, taking Tala's into his. He too could play the naughty game.