Aulfr just watched her ruin his mental image of her, absolutely amused. He let her snatch his drink, and, for once, obediently followed her order. He handed the cup back to her, let her down it all. And he let her take a third cup without complaint. He was laughing inside at this point- she was adorable, stumbling over herself, both in words and in feet. 

His face did not change, nor did his posture or how tense he was. But for a moment, his feelings became as cold as blizzard, when he heard her begin to say Aleksandra. He knew what she was saying- she was strong, to be able to attempt to deceive even so drunk as she was right now. But then he laughed again- there was little she could do to change anything, and she really was adorable.

So he set his goblet on his night stand, and pulled the silly mess of an Ardanic up a bit, so he could wrap one arm around her, and let her rest on his chest. He reached over with his other arm and filled up the goblet for a fourth time. Then, gently stroking her cheek with one hand and trying to coax her to drink the cider with another, he managed to get her to open up, and down a fourth cup. And a fifth cup. And a sixth cup.

And she was just blown-away drunk, but she still somehow managed to have some amount of lucidity- she understood most of what was being said to her, though most of her self-control went out the window. Such as cuddling up into him, weakly reaching for more cider, and remarking at, oh, how so [i]strong[/i] he felt, as she curled up into him. 

And she was perfectly fine answering questions, if it got her another sip of cider. "So, Alexia, what's your real name? You'll get more if you answer, dear one," he'd ask, wiping the sweaty hair away from her face, tempting her with the spiced cider. And she happily went away and gave him her name, her age, her father and mother, all whenever prompted, rewarded with a sip of excellent spiced cider for each question answered.

And then, after he was getting a bit tired of petting and messing with the infamous, unbeatable assassin, he asked her a question.

"Aleksandra?"

She looked up at him, from where she had been eyeing the cask of spiced cider. 

"Do you happen to like me, at all? And if so, how much?"

And he watched her, knowing that she'll probably go for the first thing that came to mind.