Azazel moves her arm to glare at Xhiero. "Absolutely not."
"Besides you know as well as I do that I am physically incapable of relaxing." She is silent a moment and a frown tugs at her lips. "Do you think I made the right choice today? Regarding Lexa."
Xhiero's expression changed at the mention of Lexa. He sighed and looked away.
"As much as I would like to stop doing Oghma's bidding...it feels wrong to take someone's life. Especially one that hasn't fully lived a..normal life." He let out a weak chuckle. "How funny of a grim reaper to be saying things like this, but I am sick of Oghma right now."
"As am I. However, I can not help but feel us continuing with his quests will just end badly. Like that scrying fountain should not have been unlocked. It has far too much power for just anyone to use. I may have made the wrong choice for the greater good."
She sighs and shakes her head, rubbing her face with her hands. "I am sorry I brought it up. It is just troubling."
"I feel the same. I do not believe Oghma will keep Lexa alive. What kind of cruel being would use someone else to get what they want. He should get off his lazy ass and do his own work." Xhiero growled as he clenched his fist. He relaxed after a minute and pulled Azazel close.
"It is fine. You can tell me anything that is bothering you." He smiled and pecked her on the forehead. Xhiero popped the cork off of one of the bottles and takes a sip. He smirked and handed it to Azazel.
"I can handle hangovers, you need it more then me, love." He smiled at her and returned the necklace to her.
"I'll be fiiiiine." Xhiero continues to laugh as he rest his head against her shoulder and nuzzled his nose against her neck. "Not the first time I've been drunk."
His hand twirled a strand of her hair on his finger and toys with it.
Sloan sits at the empty table and flips through a book. He lowered the book and narrows his eyes at Lexa.
"I don't want it." His eyes moved back to the book and flips through the book irritatedly.
Azazel rests a hand against Xhiero's face and brushes her thumb over his cheek. "For some reason, I was not expecting you to be a giggly drunk. Not that I am complaining."
"I have enough daggers to carry around...and I can fling poison at my enemies. I don't need it." He licks his finger and flips to the next page, not making any eye contact with Lexa.
"I've been told that I am an angry drunk...but I have no reason to be angry at you." He moved his head away from Azazel and picked up the bottle. Taking another drink from it.
Xhiero drains the bottle dry. His face sudden reddens as he smashes the bottle onto the floor next to the bed. His brows furrow as he grabbed another drink and bites the cork off with his teeth. Spitting it off to the side.
"Damn that Oghma! Damn him and his stupid quest!" Xhiero continues to slander in Draconic.