Sylus made a rude sound when Eliana mentioned Wulfgars ceaseless reminder of how they were 'best friends'. Then again he considered everyone his best friend, but for whatever odd reason Sylus always seemed to be near the big brute. He shook his head, lip curling with disgust as though he had just tasted something foul, "Do not remind me. He does enough of that, though I can only be glad that he has as of now found someone else with whom to bother."
As to her question, Sylus gave her a slow, humorless smile, "I would imagine, my dear, that that ignorant savage would pursue any woman were she to give him even the slightest hint she may have interest in him.." He shot Wulfgar a bland look, speaking casually then with maybe a hint of jealousy, "Though I am loath to admit, a man would have to truly want his woman to stand against such a man. And even then," He gave a small shake of his head, "I do not think it would slow him much.."
He returned his attention to his cup, taking a small sip. Sylus was a man with refined tastes and as such, was not much for drunken frivolities. Or sober ones. Or, really, frivolities in general. He crafted his drinks strong, for the enjoyment of the warm sensation that now permeated his system and for the fact that were it weaker like the piss most of these brigands drink, it would take ages for him to become drunk.
"I have tried many times," He said with no small amount of resentment, taking another sip before setting aside his still mostly full cup and lifting the bottle. He held it, studied it, as though it were some unknown potion. After a moment he sat it back to the bar, turning his head to look up at Eliana once again, "and have now, in fact, dedicated a good portion of my time to drying to find something that would put that fool under. I have seen him drink down three bottles of this, and though quite drunk, it only resulted in him urinating in some poor mans wardrobe.." Again he shook his head, sighing, "But rest assured, I plan to find some cure for our Wulfgar problem.."
Again Sylus showed a rather rare, genuine smile. He counted it toward the warm buzz flowing through him, and allowed it to stay as he spoke, "Oh yes, we wouldn't want that. I fear to think of what would happen to one so lovely as you, were you to succumb to such a thing out in the open!" His eyes pried across those still passed out in various states of dress and position. He looked rather, unimpressed, before turning his violet eyes back toward Eliana, "Though I'm sure there is not a man here foolish enough to make a mistake such as that.."