"Oh, I've definitely had worse," Krem agreed with a laugh. He hummed, vague and soft, thinking of how to steer the conversation, what was a safe topic of conversation for either one of them--he could talk more about home, about being a mercenary, that sort of thing. But he didn't want to bore her with that sort of thing.

He found himself fidgeting with his lip ring, just a bit, between sips of wine.