"It's, Strelein von Rosnete by the way. Have fun, miss." The redhead grinned at the blind female despite knowing she would not be able to see him do it. It was just a natural reaction and he couldn't exactly control it. Besides, frowning while he said something like that would make anyone looking think he meant it as a sarcastic joke. As Ruri moved off towards the King, Strel gave the man a quick bow with a cocky grin from a distance, preferring to let him deal with others. What he did look for was a free jug of the devil's drink.
Taking a jug of it, he stared at it as it swirled around the container. He was not sure how it would taste and how strong it was. Strelein had never heard of most alcohol and the only one he had tried was an old bottle of wine. So when he took a sip of it, he was surprised to feel it burning down his throat. Coughs escaped him as the stuff passed down into his belly. Warmth seemed to rise up from the alcohol and he grinned at the reaction. That was not so bad.
Before the drug could affect his actions too much, Strel gazed around, looking to chat someone up. Svara sat alone, seeming quite a bit out of the loop at the party. So the woman was not the life of the party. It was obvious that for all her attitude, she might not have the personality to be the most social butterfly out there. So Strelein grinned at her slipping down near her.
"Not going to join in the introductions?" The jug clanked on a flat rock, drops of the liquid inside sloshing out and dripping down. "'Ello Svara. Having fun?"