It's Larin's time to be sitting at the bar after apparently having beaten Rish to the shower. It may be nearing only ten in the morning but the customary glass of scotch accompanied with a mug of coffee sit in front of him. He's in the usual glow he's been in for the past week. "Ah well I don't like anything that you aren't," Larin replies back with a grin. He lifts down to pick the woman up and hoists her on to his lap on the barstool.