Rowan Kimb
"Of course not. Your name is reason enough they don't want to lose sight of you." Rowan chuckles lightly, letting her hand go finally. He raised his glass to sip it gently, tilting his body back to see where Aethel was and then raising the glass up to her. "Perhaps just a single sip? It calms nerves well. I don't want to get scolded for giving you drinks." He grinned lightly to her, a little mischievous.
Killian looked towards him again, giving a blink. "Ah. I apologize. Killian Velvet." He waved a staff member, softly mumbling something about drinks and then settled in his seat as the person walked away towards the bar. "What would you do then? With a rapist?"