[ She can see it, the way he bowed but his smile was not genuine enough to show deference. Not that she expected it, from an elf of all things. Elves in Calernia lived beyond the Golden Bloom, and it was rare to see them leave, let alone survive the encounter if one did. The Forever King kept them locked away, and only rarely let his Emerald Swords leave -- and Akua didn't know it, but she'd been a target, at one point, of his Emerald Swords.

Her smile, in contrast to his, is genuine -- or it looks genuine. Nothing reached her eyes, and she bowed her head gracefully, her hands clasped, fingernails apparent with lacquered red nails. She smiled, and gestured to a waiter. ]

You are correct, but if one does not question it, perhaps they would go elsewhere, to find their drinks, leaving the sober among us to enjoy our party in peace. [ She leaned to the waitstaff, and said a few words, before he scurried off. ]

Don't you worry, dear. You do not seem the drunkard, and I'm sure you'll be blessed with something of quality soon enough.