Drinks of choice

"At some point I began to favor the flavor of a finely aged wine." Lafayette stated giving the contents of his glass a sniff before taking another drink. He smiled the man asked so many questions. Lafayette stifled his expression of joy at being able to talk about himself. Something he thoroughly enjoyed, for a myriad of reasons. Burning with charisma? Maybe.

"You sound like man at the docks." Lafayette said. "Not entirely the same string of questioning, though close. My family is unimportant. We were not know in my home land so it would be fruitless." he explained pondering the next answer all the while. "I simply came to live in a new place, that is not illegal correct?" he posed a question in return. Though he knew the answer, his home was just now allowed to travel again. After the travel embargo was lifted after the revolution. "I don't currently work. So to answer that final two questions I do nothing and do not have to work. I fear not working may lead to me becoming lazy." he said finishing the glass

His eyes drifted to the tent. "Would you really allow a stranger to share a tent with your wife? I don't meet many who are so easily trusting of a man to share sleeping quarters with his wife." Lafayette said closing his trunk and latching it shut with a baritone click as it latched.