The thing is, as tight lipped as she can be, she's already decided she doesn't like this part of it - this uncertainty that she realizes she's probably going to feel every three months or so as long as they're paired up. She hasn't forgotten that this arrangement serves a specific purpose in this case in particular, and she has no idea how much progress Jacob and Vrenille have managed to make - and if wanting to contract together again might happen as abruptly as breaking apart had. And then there's the matter, much simpler, that Jacob almost brings up.

She smiles and picks up one of the glasses, though she doesn't drink it yet. She's still used to liquor being an extremely rare luxury, and she thinks for a moment she should save it for celebrating - that, or go the other way and slam it back and ask for more. She doesn't, but she does consider it.

"I don't want you to try," she assures him, because she's never been stupid. Her dark eyes do level on him though. "You think they'll be pleased with you, associating with the likes of me?"