The grin she flashes him is all trouble and far too familiar. Lartia sets the jug aside and nudges his cup closer to him. They don't water the drink down too badly here (the water isn't good enough for it) which is one more reason she likes this down-and-dirty little tavern. Hands on cups, then.

"One, two, three!" And Jim better move fast to drain his cup and slam it down. He's got the edge in youth and determinaton- but if he underestimates this old legionnaire for a second she'll get the better of him. Better not hold back.