"Ah, the Devil has a way of followin' me aroond," she said this with little humor presented, brows puckering. "I was the queen of the fae," she said. Then she looked away. "Twas ta be my first night as a harlot, but I couldna go through with it." She gave a laugh that did not meet her eyes. Her lips trembled a little and she whirled and marched back toward the drink, "I thought it'd be easy but t'isn't at all." Her hand hovered over the decanter, then snatched back toward her. She was already tipsy. Her cheeks were flushed from the two glasses of brandy she had already consumed.

And then she looked back at the man. "Are ye alright, mon? Would ye like ta sit and share this brandy? Ye look a fright."