Chance Encounter As Planned (Godric)

Astrid had been drawn in more to the man before her the moment he said 'dirty little secret', curiosity only part of the reason. She leaned forward too, trying to not seem eager to know just what sort of teasingly interesting information he was about to spill. To her of all people no less, something not as common as much as one would think given her usual warm and friendly personality on the outside. He certainly had a unique scent about him, every time she got close she could pick up on the subtle notes of his environment, most of it familiar to her experienced nose. All but one and she was sure it was his rather unique scent made from him himself that was causing the mild primal fire to burn in her body. If she wasn't to careful with her teasing she might just do something against her minds better judgement. It would certainly make the rest of the night much better than it was already, given the memory of the body structure just under those clothes it wouldn't be forgettable for either of them.

Alas it was dashed somewhat when his secret turned out not as thrilling or dirty as she had thought, maybe just partially hoped. While his reasoning made sense for the need for a watered down drink it did suddenly take the desire and urge to challenge him to a drinking game. She was probably double the depth in to the alcohol as he was so it wouldn't be too much of a fare game even if she was still far from her limit.

Trying to conceal the mild disappointment beginning to tug her mood down Astrid sat back in her chair. He had given her something else to think over anyway. It certainly was an unexpected thing he had said given their previous reaction but while it would be a relief to his mind she wasn't taking it the wrong way it wasn't the way she would have liked to take it either. A step back rather than a step forward in a way. It certainly had her smile fade just a touch, her mind considering it was time to leave before anything more was said to crush the small bond that had formed between them.

"I see the drink has given you just a touch of the honey coated tongue" Astrid said. She uncrossed her leg, glancing away from his gaze to look over her lute resting on the table beside her then down to the drink in her hand. Whether or not he was being honest, the answer was simply one that he was amusing her while trying to brush past her other questions. As teasing as they were she had hoped to get an honest answer from him, maybe find a way to change something so he wouldn't be so uncomfortable around her during the day at the school. Guess that wouldn't be happening after all. 

She turned back to look at him after a moment, her gaze staring right into his. "You do not need to flatter me with compliments sir Gryffindor, particularly if you do not mean them. Be a fearless strong knight, a romantic suave poet, or even just a common everyday man, he doesn't simply change how he acts around a woman through out a day unless he is under the effects of magic or alcohol. You don't seem to be under the strong effects of either, especially given the secret you just told me. Forgive me if I find it hard to take your compliment to heart as honestly as you may have meant it to sound. Better you save such words for someone you mean to compliment not just amuse while we drink."

Astrid raised her tankard for a drink, needing something to distract her mouth before she said anymore. She tried not to think about it, jumping to conclusions was a good way to end up feeling hurt and she was already trying to fight off her heart and libido from making any more wishful visions of romantic kisses and heated physical exchanges between them. It was certainly going to make any encounters they had at the school worse, chances were he may try to avoid her completely at this point. What was supposed to be a playful and fun bit of retaliation was certainly becoming something far from what she had intended it to be.