Artemesia grins. "Of course," she says as she slides into the chair. "Should have known you'd catch yourself a proper gentleman, moggy." She nods her thanks to Sokratis/Skellig. "Bet he's good with his hands too." Her grin and her energy suggest that the innuendo in that statement is ENTIRELY intentional.

Thankfully, this shape can't blush, as Kreyu GETS that innuendo now! "That would be telling," Kreyu replies, coy.

Artemesia cackles at her response, amused and proud, before glancing at Xenophon and Kirke. "And two you've rescued the way you once rescued me, I'm guessing?"

"Not PRECISELY the same way," Kreyu replies as a bottle of that liquor and some cups are placed on the table. "This is Xenophon and Kirke."

"We need a ship, but we don't know who to trust," Xenophon explains. "We don't want to end up back where we started," Kirke adds.