sad eyes on happy faces

Isla take your medicine "You say that, but we don't exactly partake in the other aspects, do we?" Isla points out. She hasn't anyway, not that they haven't managed to hire some very alluring ladies and gentlemen of the night to work the House's rooms. Sliding her empty shot glasses back across the bar, Isla decides against any more of them, instead sipping at the cocktail she'd ordered - it takes a lot of the bite of the whiskey away, for which she's thankful. "Sunjata," she scolds softly, smiling into her drink and pretending the heat in her cheeks is from the alcohol instead of his words. "Thanks." She knows it's what they've agreed to be for one another, but gods if it isn't something she very much needs to hear right now regardless. Huffing out a long sigh and trying to force the tension out of her back and shoulders, Isla swipes a lock of fair hair out of her face. "Even so, with the way my tolerance is these days, even this much will have you carrying me up the stairs," she reminds him.