"You think so?" Niaaki asked, trying not to puff up too much at the praise and just take it in stride. But it was nice to hear and fed his ego nicely. Beauty, hm? He leaned briefly into his hand, realized he was doing it, and then tilted his head away. He couldn't help it if he liked contact...but still he knew it was wrong, and weird.
"Well, we do have the night," he said, and cracked a small smile. "I have nowhere else to be, as I am rather stuck. And I do plan on getting several more drinks out of this." Hey, might as well be honest now that the knight was onto his game.
The barmaid came by to collect his lukewarm stew, which he had forgotten about, but he stopped her before she could take it. "Oh, I'm not done yet," he said, then looked back to the knight, before adding, "And I would like a glass of your best wine."