The Half Illithid blinked twice and did his best to hide the deep blue blush creeping up his cheeks. If he had ears he was pretty sure they'd be blue too. She was... quite imaginative. He was once again quite aware of the fact that she was in his lap. Hoping he hadn't given himself away he first focused on her assumption that he couldn't get drunk. He most certainly could! Kor'vail made sure of that. Psionics are just able to use their powers to shrug off the effects most mind altering drugs, poisons, or even spells.
“Half" he reminded her talking a pull from the nefarious unknown liquid she poured in his glass. The swink to his gave sign of the harsh amber brew. In a second attempt to avoid her… imagines he also looked to Captain Zig
“Yes, how did you come by your son? If that is a story you wish to tell.”
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