[The cute dress and mannerisms didn't help, but the noise itself was in a class of its own. And there it was again. Clive couldn't help but smile a bit at the sound. How could someone who was so capable of bringing destruction and death also be cute? It made no sense to Clive's inebriated brain.

And all semblance of cuteness gets up from the bar and walks promptly away at Sleipnir's words. Clive opens his mouth just a bit then closes it, listening. He does, however, feel the familiar tell-tale burn of a blush starting at the tips of his ears.]

You are...

[His brain, still trying to wrap itself around the mental image of Sleipnir doing even a portion of these things, fails to provide an adequate response.]

Something else.

[Wow. Good one, Clive.

He pats Sleipnir's knee in as least sexy a manner as he can manage]

I think it's time you and I call it a night. But in not the same direction. Unless where you are staying is the same place I am staying. Then we have to walk in the same direction but we would each still go to our own rooms.

[Clive frowns. Too much drink. He gestures for water.]

And make sure you drink lots of water. And eat something. You don't want a hangover.