He waves his hand, shaking his head no -- all yours, Apollo. Otherwise she may take the poor elf's hand off completely next time he comes around. It certainly doesn't take much to keep her happy and, from the sounds of it, loyal. Good to know. He likes his allies transparent. Simple. Easy to please-- as long as he hasn't underestimated how much she can partake of which, judging by how quickly that first drink got put away, he may have.

"My sister is a dragon, you know," he says, still smiling. it's a throwaway remark. As much as he loves his sister, he's not insulted by any means -- he's probably the last eliatrope you'd think to sing the praises of their dragons, after all. Considering how vehemently as she seems to hate them, however, he's simply curious as to what her reaction would be.

He leans back. "How exactly do you plan on helping? Or pretending to help?"