I've had too many challenges. The last battle I fought, that was how I got my scar. I was the lucky one to survive, but odds were against me. Four of us died, out of seven. It's maldita, bad luck.

[He's not feeling such bad luck right now, though, drifting in and staring down at her, clucking his tongue against his teeth a few times as he debates his actions, pressing his hand to the small of her back.]

You're not drunk, no? No strange feelings outside of the normal tonight?