Felicity took a mug of home brew, nothing too strong, but something that would still wet her whistle. The beer served up with a look from the bartender she felt lingered too long, the half veela turned her attention to Arven and did her best to ignore the other men in the room, "Aye, suppose it has, but Trevor insisted I get out for a bit, said the stale air was fogging up my mind. As it just so happened Philip was due for a trip to London to scrounge up some more performers, and it was thought I should tag along. So here I am." She said with a smile.

Her hand went to his, finger tips brushing along the inside of his palm. The sentiment told Arven in a quiet way that her treasures were still his to claim should he wish, and in addition it told all the men wishing they were Arven that she had chosen her match for the night and they needed to go away, or at least stop staring like starved pups. "Tell me about your trip Arven, it's been so long and you always have the most exciting tales!" She bit her bottom lip in anticipation. Felicity loved to hear stories of adventure, it reminded her of a time long passed for her, when she was traveling under her step father's banner as a carnie.

Deep brown eyes locked onto his and her smile never waned. She knew quite well he was the flighty sort, but she liked that about him. It kept things fresh and exciting between them, leaving the dull and disappointing aspects of life to the hum drums of the everyday. Besides Felicity was not interested in marriage and she had told Arven quite some time ago just to make sure he wasn't lead astray into wayward delusions of the heart.