Goodness, that actually sounds a bit like a joke from her for a change. Fate chuckles softly. "We could check if it was. Have a night with Twisted Fate. Really, it should be a duty. I like being preoccupied that way. Likely to cause less trouble, too."

At long last, he finally takes his trousers and places them on, sparing her of any further nudity.

"I assure you if I was looking, it wouldn't immediately be from you. But I'll oblige; I'm certain there's something left." The smile he wears is a bit more warm; it's harder to be completely cold to her after two rolls in bed.

The elf turns away; after a bit of searching, he plucks a bottle up from the floor, peering at it curiously. Enough for a few swigs, from the looks of it.

"Ladies first," he muses, offering it to her.