[ Katarina stares at Lux for a fair few moments, her drink momentarily forgotten. ]

It would seem the lady has some bite to her.

[ A pause. ]

I can drink to that. [ She smiles crookedly, raising her glass to Lux. She's rather impressed, in all honesty, though she'd never blatantly say it. She brings the glass to her lips before fixing Ezreal with a dispassionate stare. ]

By all means. I'd much rather be here with my loneliness than on the arm of some oaf who spends most of his time looking through antiquities. Don't you have some spelunking to do elsewhere?