Icy blue orbs reflexively move to the glass of water as it is placed onto the table. The large man simply watches the glass with an absent stare as Abaigeal speaks to him, seemingly in his own world. His lips move as she comments on his armor, speaking just above a whisper, "That is probably for the best." The armored Gladiator never looks to the dancing girl until she asks if he wants something stronger than water. He blinks his eyes a few times as if suddenly waking from a dream. The orbs quickly become more alert and dart to the tall woman. The massive figure starts at bare feet, his gaze inching up slowly until he finally looks directly into Abaigeal's eyes. "Would you mind doing me a service first? Take a drink for me?" An armored hand snatches up the glass and offering it to the friendly woman.
