Elaros smiled at Faris when she complimented him. She certainly had an interesting view of things, what with the fact that she openly acknowledged she didn't care.
"It's my favorite kind of wine," Elaros said, motioning to the bottle.
"Unfortunately, I don't think they make it in Essyrn. It's an import from Connlaoth, I believe."
He watched her glance about, curious as to what could have someone who supposedly didn't care that jumpy. However, he ignored the issue, and instead brought it back to something from before.
"I don't often hear myself described as... damn," Elaros repeated, smirking a bit as his addled mind took amusement in the adjective.
"It can't be my face, can it?" He asked, although his tone was decidedly playful.