you know that i'd make her say [iryn]

He graciously offered her a cup of her own and Aryn accepted it into her paws happily, taking no time to sip upon the warmed beverage and letting all remaining tension go with a sigh.

Oh, he called her pretty. The words seemed more genuine then Tyrian's had (although she still considered the alpha's compliment to be flattering, regardless of the circumstances that brought it) and the way he moved so close to her only made her feel more welcomed and wanted. The warm blush was already filling her cheeks, intensifying as she caught his wink.

For a moment Aryn stumbled on her words, though she wasn't sure if it was his presence that fuzzied her mind or simply the drink. "Iroh." She tasted his name on her lips, smiling. "I'm Aryn." Was this setting too impersonal to give her last name, her pack, her rank? She assumed it probably was, and bordering on drunk it was easier for her to not second guess it.

Small talk, small talk, the lady in Aryn's head had not entirely vanished, and still she knew she was meant to start a conversation if she was being polite. "So, this party. It's really something different, isn't it?" It was a lame opening, though words were becoming a bit harder as time passed. Without really thinking she leaned into him, feeling how solid he was and enjoying having something stable beneath her when she felt so loose and airy.