Her eyes followed his movements carefully; a brow lifted at the sound of his laughter. It was also interesting that he would have such disgust for swine; her mind noted which of Shurima’s regions held such apprehensions but whether she would look further into that… It was unlikely the prophet would enjoy her using her own skills to look into his past.
Still, it was something she’d have to keep in mind should this sort of situation arise again. Malzahar seemed fairly set into his traditions; she would have to make a point not to blatantly offend them. “Fine by me.” Even though he had suggested it, was he not hungry? Her curiosity might have grown, but the unexpected compliment came as an unexpected surprise.
An amused grin surfaced itself, and his attempt to dismiss grew the assassin’s interest. “Yes, well I’m sure you would know that, wouldn’t you.” She motioned towards the tavern before heading in its direction, giving an indifferent tone as she spoke. “I’m parched. Let’s pick our poison, shall we?” Leaving him to digest her words, Katarina let herself into the tavern.
It was clean enough; the dim lights were her liking. This sort of atmosphere would allow the assassin to better blend, despite her red dress. It was a conflicting feeling, she wanted him to notice her, but wasn’t particularly fond of just any man staring her down. It would be difficult to not physically harm anyone that might try treating her like a barmaid, but it was better than standing out at a normal diner.
It took a whole moment before Malzahar caught wind of what Katarina’s response referred to. As the realization struck, he silently berated himself for such careless wording, despite the fact that his statement was a flash reaction to the Void’s sharp dissonance with his compliment earlier. Although he was tempted to correct Katarina, he found her lack of resentment for such a daring turn of conversation rather…amusing. Mirroring her grin, Malzahar gave a huff before replying, “Indeed.” He didn’t dare say anything more, not being the type to entertain such notions in such a public place.
Malzahar entered the tavern after her and quickly scanned the room for any signs of potential conflict. Situational awareness was important if anything broke out, regardless if they were involved or not. As weakened as he was in his current state, he still carried his Icathian khanjar underneath his cloak and had no qualms in deploying it at anytime. But as he observed earlier, many of the inhabitants stayed within their respective social bubbles for the most part. A relief in itself, but not one to stop him from keeping an active eye out for those who glanced at them curiously as they entered the tavern. Noticing a small unoccupied table with two chairs near the back, Malzahar suggested, “To the back, shall we? We won’t be as easy to catch to the wandering eyes of those entering and leaving this building.”
Walking over to the chosen area and plopping himself down to a chair, Malzahar turned a steely gaze at Katarina before stating, “Despite the fact that we’re in a tavern, if there’s another thing I do not indulge in, it is alcohol. You shall have no drinking partner should you order anything of that nature here.” His tone was calm, but he was adamant on this. Not only did it send mortals into drunken states of foolishness—not that they weren’t foolhardy enough already—but it also made them susceptible to reckless behavior. And loose-lipped recklessness was not a state he wanted to be caught in at this time. This led him to wonder whether the Void infused in him would give him an extra tolerance to the effects of alcohol or lessen his self-control. However, Malzahar didn’t ponder on that train of thought for too long, as he noticed an older barmaid, who seemed to be in her early thirties, walk over in his seated direction.