Xarrest stopped for a moment, then turned to the source of that voice, still with that wry little grin on his face. It didn't reach his eyes, however, which seemed to have gone cold, hard, and dead. Then he noticed the man in question, another of those Spirits, who looked like he was very much in need of said drink. The grin fades as Xarrest shakes his head with a light sigh before shadow-walking back behind the bar, briefly considering mixing the man a Bloody Mary as a personal joke, but decides against it, tendrils already bursting from his arms by the dozen as he pulls a punch bowl out of seemingly nowhere.
"Excuse me for a moment," the Darkling says to the Fae.
"You know," Xarrest continues, "If you would have at least drawn some attention to yourself, you'd probably have gotten a drink much sooner."
"However, given how much you probably need one..."
Xarrest then retrieves two cans of fruit punch, a pint of sloe gin, a pint of vodka, and pours them all into the punch bowl. More tendrils retrieve a fair bit of ice and start stirring it into the blend of alcohols as Xarrest looks at the punch, then at the man, then back at the punch.
Needs more.
Way more.
With that, dozen more tendrils reach behind him and pluck a decent number of liquors from the multitude of drinks behind him. Taking a look at what he's retrieved, Xarrest quickly deduces the combination that provides the most alcohol with the least clashing in the flavors and adds a healthy amount of all of them to the punch bowl. All of the ingredients were already Reinforced by Adjutor's earlier slip, so he doesn't bother re-applying it before sliding the punch-bowl over to the two, along with glasses, and shadow-walking over to Abby once more.
"My apologies for that, he really did look like he needed it. If you'd follow me, I'm sure we could find somewhere more suited to discussing this."
Xarrest takes a few steps, then stops as the grin returns to his face once more.
In a moment of inspiration, Xarrest decides to follow the pirate's example, albeit a bit more gently. Moving quickly, he scoops the Fae up in a bridal carry, ignoring any objections she might have as he makes his way to one of the many private rooms within the Velvet Room. His face feels like it's practically on fire, what with how quickly the whole situation was moving (to say nothing of the feel of her body in his arms), but he doesn't falter.