that doesn’t mean what you think it means

”Oh, I’m plenty a reveller when the mood strikes me. As it happens the mood hasn’t just yet. Maybe I just haven’t found someone worth revelling with.” She grinned, looking him over as he turned his head, taking in the injury to his face, the way the firelight played in his eyes, the crooked smile. And Vai waited, expectant of a story, absently swirling the booze in the bottle. And he delivered, she supposed, the huntress breaking into a peal of laughter and shaking her head. ”That was abysmal,” she said, holding out the bottle for him to take. ”You owe me a real story, sir. For now though, perhaps you’ve put me in a sharing mood. I’m Vervain, but call me Vai. You live here on the islands?” vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe