Amal gave a smile that showed his teeth. It gave him a handsome, if feral look. "Well, you don't need love to be a lover, but I can see your point. Your word choice just confused me, I think." He wondered if she had known that surface-dwellers also had bedfellows. It was usually Amal's experience, truth be to the gods. He reclined, however, and listened to Char's story, surprised and pleased she was so ready to share. He thought he would have to wait. 

He found himself smiling again as she spoke, particularly when he heard the inflection in her voice, her arrogant disdain so venomous he could feel it in his veins. There was something about her when she became animated that was incredibly attractive. He began to think it was just the thrill of seeing another side of her, which caused him to realize he already enjoyed her general cool demeanor. And then when she was horribly gleeful, he was enthralled. He found he was interested in the story, you could see it on his face. He laughed when she described the destruction and the idiosyncrasies of the horrific literature devouring creatures. 

"How difficult?" Amal asked, a sly look on his face, rubbing his well-formed chin. "Are they valuable?..." 

He took a swig of his drink, a single bubble floating up its neck as he gulped twice before he dropped the bottle, and he scooted closer. It was almost imperceptible, a smooth movement that was as natural as breathing. "How much would you be willing to pay to get one? Perhaps, I could steal one for you?" He grinned, giving a subtle wink. "I would not usually offer, but I find I have a thing for pretty drow that help me escape a lich's dungeon. You don't find that everywhere."