"I suppose that is a good thing, for your bartender at least." Alisa grinned in a rather dark manner. " He gets to live and serve bar for another night, and my clothes get to remain clean. I think that is a decent win."

The tender came back with their brandy, and Alisa took a long sip of hers, before speaking again. This time, not in French.

"Either way, I would still have gotten some pleasure out of it all." Her grin became a little more impish, now. "Though let us be honest, it is never enough. I often find myself needing something a bit... more. What about you?"