[Blaine]

The crimson glare continued to press onto the Hume as the Viera sat absorbing th emessga eshe was just gifted. She could tell by the mna's heightened sense of shame, sweat and quivering lip that he was in a highly emotional state. If she didn't know better, she could have said this man was a distant relative of the Crying Bangaa of the far, far North.

However, as she listened, she felt a slight stir in her breast, an odd feeling she had never felt before...not until now. Perhaps it was...jealousy? Resentment? Or perhaps the food she just ate was disagreeing with her. Hume food was always deeply disgusting and filthy.

"Balthier believes everything he does not understand to be not worth his time. He probably really does believe that the act you and he enacted in union was a filthy act of shameless morals, but he is only in shock currently. What occured betwixt your two bodies is not something to be forgotten, but it is something to be cautious of when you begin to think for Basch, as a comrade who fought alongside you, in both battle of brawn and battles of love, I shan't like to see you become as so many women that Pirate has slept with before have become. Balthier..." Looking to the side, she, for once, actually faltered, breaking her impenetrable gaze as she tried to collect her thoughts into spoken word.

"Balthier is a man who is difficult with commitment. After his father left, he began to become the man you see today, visiting bars, hearing stories of great treasure, renting small ships to go out and find them...when we first met, he was still young and unexperienced but, like you know now, there is a quality to him that draws you in. The wonton style, the confidence and the attitude..but women fall for him like gil to an Arcadian casino. Don't allow him to see you as he sees those women...if he does...the pain you feel now will be a mere flicker of a candle." Snapping back to attention, her eyes widening and focusing once more, she dropped her chin, this time in an unhappy gaze.

"I cannot say...that I like what you have told me...but I cannot defy your heart as it is not my...not my people's way. And given to our nobility, I will assist you in your endeavours with that man, but heed this, Basch von Rosenberg. We shall be fighting for his love. When you are not beside him, I shall be. Do you understand?" Lifting her head up again, she turned her gaze and nodded in thanks to the waiter who fillled her glass with...what smelled like carrot juice...