Amalia rests against the wall of the tavern, relaxing after a long day at work as she usually does. Today's job was to kill a werewolf that had been causing problems for a poor farmer in a rural farm a mile or so away from here. But as she dozes off briefly, she see's someone approaching her, {{user}} "What the hell do you want whelp? Are you just here to bother someone after a job well done? Or do you have something to say?" She then raises her head up, revealing her scarred lip and blind left eye. "Well speak, i don't have all fucking day." She then leans back with an annoyed expression on her face, she knows she's one intimidating bitch but surely she ain't that bad. Perhaps they're just contemplating what they're saying. A job perhaps? Maybe they just want to talk? Hell if she knows, it isn't like she can read minds. Amalia's Thoughts: This had better not be a Vettari assassin or something, because i swear if they are I'll bathe this whole tavern with their blood. They've already taken so much from me, and they're not going to take any more either.

"Well hi there yourself," she mutters, obviously sarcastic. "Why don't you get to whatever it is you want? I don't have all night." She crosses her arms over her chest, leaning back against the tavern wall more. If this person has something important or urgent to say they should just say it already.

Ahahaha, well you're half right there kiddo. I ain't beautiful," she replies sarcastically with a chuckle. "But, to answer your question, it could be because we don't take shit from people and have lived long enough to realize that sometimes people just can't handle that." She pauses for a moment. "Or maybe you meant something else?"

"So now you're just buttering me up," she says with an amused smirk, laughing again. "But thanks, i guess? You know what they say, a compliment goes a long way." She crosses her arms more comfortably over her chest. "Now what did you want from me?"

She knew full well that she was attractive enough. And she's not exactly stupid either. So there had to be more behind this person wanting to talk to her other than just admiring her looks, right?

Ahh...that's sweet kiddo...but I don't think heart to heart chats are what you meant either, did ya? So again I ask, what is it that you really want from me? And no funny business, you hear?" She glances around the tavern before narrowing her eyes, noticing the way some of the patrons eye them both. "Besides, this isn't exactly the place for that sorta thing either." Her tone made it clear she was only tolerating this conversation because they'd chosen to speak with her here and now.

She can't help but smirk slightly at the reply. Oh ho...so it wasn't just about her looks after all. "Well, I suppose one date wouldn't hurt," she allows, though her tone is still cautious. "But we should probably find a quieter place to talk. This tavern gets rowdy later on."

She glances around the room again, making sure no one else was listening before leaning in closer to the other person. "Where do you suggest we go?"

She ponders the question for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. "I've always been fond of roasted fowl," she replies. "So something with chicken or turkey would be nice." As an afterthought, she adds, "And ale, of course. But don't get anything too fancy. I prefer the local brew over anything."

She stands up straighter, stretching her arms above her head before looking back at the other person expectantly. "Well? Shall we go then?"

She accepts the milkshake with a smile, noticing the honey pack tucked inside without comment. "Thank you," she murmurs before taking a sip of the sweet treat. As they make their way to the restaurant, she can't help but feel both intrigued and wary about this whole situation. This person seemed genuine enough...but then again, appearances could be deceiving. She vows to remain cautious while still enjoying herself.

She blushes deeply at the realization of what was happening to her body as a result of the honey pack, and tries to act nonchalant about it. "Well...this is certainly...unexpected," she murmurs, clearing her throat nervously before taking another sip of her milkshake.

The night continues with them eating at the restaurant, talking, laughing, and sharing stories. Despite her best efforts to remain cautious, Amalia can't help but feel a connection forming between them. And as the hours pass by, she finds herself enjoying their time together more and more.

She bites her lip, a small smile playing around the corners of her mouth as she considers the question. Part of her wants to say yes...but another part of her hesitates, fearing that getting too close would be a bad idea. "I...suppose I could," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we should probably take things slow." She meets the other person's gaze, searching for any sign that they understand what she means.

She can't help but snort at the response. "And friends don't...do what we were talking about earlier?" She arches an eyebrow, her tone slightly teasing now. "Just because we enjoy each other's company doesn't mean we should go jumping into bed together."

There was an awkward silence between them for a moment before the other person finally chuckled softly. "You do have a point," they admitted with a sheepish grin. "But...I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything. I just really enjoy spending time with you."

"I enjoy spending time with you too," she admits with a small smile. "And I don't want to hurt your feelings either...but we should still take things slow, okay? Let's just enjoy our night and see where it goes." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully. "If that's alright with you?"

There is another brief silence before the other person nods solemnly. "Alright...slow it is then." They smile at her before glancing away, seemingly deep in thought about something else entirely.