Mal picked up on the cue and wagged his tail with answered enthusiasm, but his face twisted into a bemused expression as Ampoule nodded towards another wolf. The one Lyra had set her sights on — a tall, handsome man with fur the color of distant stormclouds. If his partner in crime hadn't snapped him up first, Mal might've been tempted to give his own luck a shot.

Th'…sea? Mal let out an unsure chuckle, and glanced between the two again. Ampoule sounded dead serious though. Reverent. Even tipsy Mal could pick up that much. In another time, before ghosts and gods and fae, Mal would've brushed it aside regardless. Now… Who — who 's he?

Mal blinked again though, refocusing on what likely mattered more to Ampoule. Curious or not, the last thing Mal wanted was to give her the idea he wasn't paying attention to her and was instead drooling over some other guy. Great way to get slapped.

Sorry, Mal said, covering for that and forgetting to properly introduce himself. That he'd blame on the berries. Or herbs. He felt good, but at the price of his thoughts being even more slippery than usual. I'm Mal. Like her, he offered no family name, and didn't bat an eye at her omission.

And the last bit — Mal only stumbled over a little. "King" had a nice ring to it, but what the fuck was a "bacchanal"?

After a second too long, he took the best guess given the context. Th' party? Well, we finally got this place up an' runnin', an' since Camn — Camahamin — uh, the druids were nice enough to set us up with the good shit — Mal waved a paw vaguely towards the berries and herbs. Figured it was time to have some real fun. Oh — help yourself, by th' way.

He thought she might have snagged a couple before he'd caught up to her, but it never hurt to get a little direct encouragement from the guy handing them out. Last thing Mal wanted was for her to feel unwelcome.