The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Isabela]

"Once I reminded her to, yes. She was very docile, though, and when I almost spilled my water she caught it, meaning she was paying more attention to me than I was."

[Zevran]

"Did..." He hesitates, carefully selecting his words now. "Did she say anything... distinctive? An unusual turn of phrase or pattern of speech? Refer to herself at all?"

[Isabela]

Isabela gives him an odd look. "No. As I said, she barely spoke."

[Zevran]

"Barely is not at all," Zevran points out but nods. "Thank you for letting me know. And... if you notice anything else..?"

[Isabela]

She nods. "I take it this is, in fact, unusual behavior for her?"

[Zevran]

Zevran shakes his head. "No, she can be shy or quiet, sometimes, but it's usually for ill reasons," he confirms again.

[Isabela]

Isabela nods. "Right. Well. I'll let you finish your food. I just wanted to check." 

[Zevran]

"Wait," Zevran says quickly. When she pauses, he springs up and kisses her smartly. "Needed dessert," he explains with a warm smile.

[Isabela]

She flashes him a wicked grin, then, and gives his ass a fond squeeze in return. "Can't say I disapprove," she teases. 

[Zevran]

It only takes a few more minutes for Zevran to finish his meal, then signal Isabela to 'run out and get some breast wraps and loin clothes, something adjustable' just in case Dau doesn't think to provide such for Shisou. Which neatly means the merikos drow can corral the other merikos drow to a corner of the room where he can talk to her privately and intimately. "Hello," he says softly to start things, taking a seat next to her and rest his head on her shoulder.

[Coquette Blacquin]

As he approaches, she glances up, but only briefly before returning her gaze to her lap where her hands are neatly folded. Her hair is braided behind her, placid and unassuming, and her demeanour is small, unassuming as well. She gives a nod in greeting, letting him rest on her without complaint or adjustment of her straight posture. 

[Zevran]

Okaaaaay... that's... worrying, I think. "Sweetheart?" he murmurs after a moment, slanting his head to peer over at her face. "Is something wrong?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No," she says quietly, her voice low and even. "Nothing is wrong. Am I... not behaving correctly? Please, tell me what I should do."

[Zevran]

Zevran glances around around, just to be sure, then asks, "could you introduce yourself to me?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Coquette Blacquin, of the Glaley Blacquins, most recently of Alyssa. Unless you would prefer I took your surname?" she asks. The former sentence is firmer, more sure of herself, but the latter is timid, hesitant again.