"Perhaps you're just easily impressed," Asra teases; creating water is a greater feat than transforming it to another liquid. Just a nudge at the nature of a thing, a request. Perhaps the man that can beguile water to be liquor finds little trouble with handsome young men. It doesn't hurt that Monty seems interested in being beguiled.

Asra lets his own interest slip their fingers together around the glass, but doesn't linger.

Violet eyes track the bow of lips over the glass, the shift of the throat. "Now that I've shown you something of my world, you should share something of yours. A dance, a game--an interestingly placed birth mark?"