"Aqua vitae," Vanessa echoes, the corners of her mouth curling as if simply staying the words themselves is joke enough. They seem to pair well with him, although she can't precisely say why. She likes a puzzle of a man, and this hotel, if nothing else, hasn't disappointed on that count.

She says little other than that, allowing the bartender to plow forward, intrigued to see what he'll come up with for her.

She pauses only momentarily at the sight of the flowers adorning the drink, more of a distraction than the actual drink itself. She rests her hand against the outside of the glass for a moment, the petals just curling over the rim to touch her hand.

"Thank you," Vanessa says before she picks it up and takes a small drink. It is strong. But also precisely the sort of thing she would drink if she did drink regularly, she imagines.

"I'm Vanessa Ives," she offers an instant later.