Truthfully, Alistair hadn't anticipated Carolina might provide him with the detailed knowledge of the Ark's ongoings. Nor was he terribly aware of just how sought after the knowledge of the Ark's activities were by his organization. That warm laughter upon her fair feminine features, however, prompted a small twitch to the artist's lips. The advice he did received from the woman, however, prompted a snort to Alistair's nose, the man incapable of that roll of his malachite hued irises. "Thanks, that's....really helpful." He commented, that sarcasm once again lacing his voice, that singular raised brow so surely giving away his thoughts upon her 'assistance'. Her sudden, albeit conspiratorial addition that she'd 'illuminate' him further when he wasn't in the depths of the boat brought another short-lived chuckle to his lips. That...pun of sorts hardly went unnoticed by the Dark-Hunter. Alistair's head shook slightly, watching as she slid those heavy glasses across the bar's surface with the offer of a drink. Oh, how aware he was of how...bad of an idea this was. His maker would surely chastise him if Adrien knew he was drinking on the job and yet...Carolina hardly seemed as if she intended to do the hunter any harm.

After a moment's hesitation, Alistair accepted that silent invitation with an inquiry of the house's specialty, the Dark Hunter almost inquisitive what a grungy place like this might be known for. How effortlessly Carolina picked up those bottles of liquor! The young woman showing off her feminine physique in an intriguing dance of sorts as she poured her chosen alcohol in her tumbler, shaking it with just an appropriate sway of her slender hips. The pair were both well aware of her intentions behind those actions, Alistair equally as attentive to the knowledge that this display was for his own benefit and yet...it was nothing if not...effective as the once tense Hunter found himself relaxing almost comfortably upon the barstool he sat upon. The Hunter hardly anticipated the decidedly fruity drink poured in front of him, his raised eyebrow surely giving away his skepticism as he lifted the glass to his lips. Alistair savored the cocktail, the man eying it with a glimpse of surprise before taking a second sip. His idle comment, however, prompted a soft shrug from Carolina's shoulders, even as the bartender admitted that most men who ordered a second drink did so through their girlfriends. The very notion of it prompted a soft chuckle on his lips though, if that fighting ring was anything to go by, Alistair almost wasn't surprised by the sheer amount of toxic masculinity that required hiding behind 'manly' drinks.

Carolina's insistence that she was certain he'd remember the Ark for the drink, however, prompted a small shrug to his own shoulders. "Amongst other things," Alistair responded, those words slipping from his lips quite before he could help them. It wasn't often the Artist made an effort to flirt and yet...she had...'performed' for him alone, surely he could offer her a word of appreciation in return? Alistair brought his glass to his lips again, finishing off that fruity liquor, even if it would only prompt the alcohol to hit his system all the faster. "Thanks for this," Alistair commented as he placed his empty glass on the bartop. "Make sure that gets to Tetradore, okay?" He continued, nodding towards the manilla envelope he'd brought with him. "I should get going but...it was nice to meet you, Carolina." The Hunter offered as he rose from his seat, the girl gifted with a small simper before he turned to leave the Ark. His job, blissfully done, even if it had hardly been as awful as he had originally anticipated it to be.