[ Katarina gives a soft, sardonic laugh at what Garen says, taking another slow sip of her wine. She held no love for the Swords, but she knew Garen Crownguard to be everything she was not: kind with no reason for being so, and helpful even in the face of gaining nothing in return. People tended to like that. ] No need to be modest.

Oh? That is news to me. Cassiopeia has her fingers in many, many pots, and most men are more than happy to have her company. [ She takes another swig, the wine beginning to warm her cheeks and make her head slightly swim. ] Most people see me and clear a path. Not that I'm... complaining... [ She sighs wanly, a small smile playing on her lips. She can't help it: she giggles, though she hopes against hope he doesn't notice. ]

Hard not to notice when you're a woman. It's one of those things, you know. [ She tilts her head backwards against the wall, shutting her eyes behind her mask. Loath as she was to admit it, this was... nice. Peaceful. She can almost forget herself in the dull throb of the alcohol coursing through her veins. ] I'm surprised none of them has begged you for a dance yet.