[She leans in closer, still grinning. It's a pity she's wearing her light armor or else Niko might be able to steal a glance.]

Certainly not lacking in courage. I like that in men.

[As his lightly touches her under her chin, Sibyll lets him tilt her head to meet him in the eyes. She wasn't really hiding anything, so there wasn't anything her gaze could possibly betray, besides a sense of amusement at playing with drunks. Her dark eyes meets his hazel ones as the Courier laughs coyly.]

What fun is there in telling you instead of letting you find out on your own?