[ Ah, the neverending flask-- well Caleb Widogast actually had one on his person right now, hidden right underneath his jacket that was filled with fine zemni apple brandy straight from Blumenthal; he could decidedly commiserate of course as he had to endure the floods and charm school before his retainer saw fit to bestow the item on it.

Thankfully it was his day to have it, he'd give it to Eadwulf, or not-- depending on how the evening went and if it went decidedly without a hitch. In Pheme's world, one could not rely on certainties or the laws of anything that remotely made sense.

The flirting however, ah indeed-- it made his redheaded self colour in a manner that was perhaps only a trifle familiar. Disarmed in such a way, but then there were similarities everywhere, weren't there? He had not quite expected to be dipped, not that he did not enjoy it however as there was much that he could adapt to. That really was too much for Frumpkin however who dissipated in a splash of amber dust that fell from Caleb's back like wings. ]

No need to worry, Frumpkin will be back.

[ Caleb could only adapt to the dance moves however, he was finding that he rather enjoyed the dance in and of itself; always the challenge and he found he could make a proper dance partner of anyone ] Pheme powers this place with intimate interactions between people-- right now we are generating a very small amount in this dance, the more intimate you are.. the more you feed Pheme.

[ wait til Eliot read the scandal sheets which Caleb was rather certain would come out the very next morning ]