"You're not denying it!" So he was a horrible, obnoxious, sadistic pill of an elf. This isn't exaclty news to Shura, but it does make her question why she's willing to drink with him as often as she had. "I don't need anything from a windbag sadist!"

Look, it's a new nickname!

Alistair is trying so very hard! Aconite doesn't see any reason to try and throw him off, It's a learning experience in a way for herself--how can she move with a bigger, lightly chonky dragon kinda-sorta pinning her down? She'll half-wrestle with him, at least until she hears footsteps, when she'll still, raising her head to try and figure out who and what was coming closer.