Just the barest hint of a smile, a bit worn, that at least she'd gotten that right. The dramatic shift in tone, though, and the somewhat sensitive nature of all things romantic make her blink for a moment, just to try and gather herself. Get a handle on things, breathe, and then carry on. "I... see." Of course, a vampire. Not shocking, given what Ilde had told her in their initial conversation, but it takes a moment for everything to sink in. When it does, at least then she can brighten her expression a bit more genuinely. "I did, actually. She was very good."

And very immune to fire. Hasi has given her no other sulfur slave vibes, not made her skin prickle with mere proximity, but all those things are so fresh that any comparison to a sulfur slave sparks thoughts that, no doubt, have lead to the many drinks she is currently throwing back. It all stacks up; being in Baedal is just a little much. "Actually, she's something of an acquaintance of mine, she was kind enough to show me around the city."

She stops trailing her fingertip around the glass' rim, and takes another sip. A generous sip.