"Hm." Vex doubts that's the case. There is a complaint, and one that comes readily to her tongue. She keeps it there; better than to risk more disappointment. She's already assumed once, and... well, she always has tried to be a quick learner.

And she's not nearly that deep in the wine.

"I think I'll save that invitation for once you've started neglecting yourself over some new project," she quips instead, then sidesteps entirely, flashing a new topic in front of him. "You know most people here can't read the same languages. The curse translates our words for us, but if I were to write something in common or elvish it would be gibberish to almost everyone."