Maker, but he was attractive when he smiled. She took another small drink to keep herself from saying anything. "And this is why I'm not a Templar. I'll stick to the continuously troublesome life, thank you. Much more exciting, dog-cursing nobles and all." She grinned right back. "Very lucky. I think too many people forget they're war hounds by breed until they have to fight them. I'm just lucky enough to have one who also thinks he's entitled to pampering too."

She smirked over at him as she went to grab that bottle too, just to take it out. "Oh, I'm supposed to stay sober tonight, then? Have you ever had any before?" She set the bottle down and took a seat on the bench. "We passed a bottle around once when we were playing Wicked Grace. Strong stuff." And perfectly able to knock a mage and a Brother off their feet. "Smart that you brought food. I brought a little bit of bread, myself. Just to make certain I had something to offset the liquor."

The darkness wasn't so bad when the lantern went out. It gave her time to look up at the sky, to let her eyes become accustomed to the small lights there. Without the moon, it made everything seem darker than it was. "Careful that you don't trip on the way back here," she called.