Her sudden outburst hardly seems to phase the man, Dareios merely explaining he was a business man prior to him becoming mayor. Miya tilts her head at him in awe, that pink hue still touching her cheeks, "That's amazing!" She exclaims in excitement, the drunken woman swaying at her words as she grins widely at him. She hardly gets to question him more on his life choices before he's offering her help on picking a wine for the two of them, Miya happily taking Dareios's hand in her own as they begin to descend the stairs. Even in her drunken haze, Miya is quick to note his frozen hand, the woman frowning ever so slightly, "You poor thing! You're hand is freezing!" She pulls him closer to her, wrapping his hand in both of hers as she begins to rub feverishly at his skin, hoping to bloom some warmth back into him. "I feel bad, you saved me from the rain but you're cold from it now," she mumbles, glancing up at him as they continue down into the open space.

Miya hardly gets a moment to say much more as she's struck speechless again by his fascinating home. The furniture is littered everywhere, though it was unique, it was beautiful. Her chocolate eyes roaming across each piece, her brain momentarily distracted from his frozen hand as she releases it and takes a step closer to it, inspecting the furniture. "These are... beautiful," she trails off, awestruck in that moment, though she continues to follow him through the space. They reach the cellar door before long, Dareios pushing into the room and again, Miya can't help but be astounded by the amount of wine he has. Her chocolate eyes practically fall out of her head as she pauses in the doorway glancing at the racks of wine, some so old there were thick coats of dusts on them.

He questions her then as she finally enters the room, trailing after him as she lifts a dainty hand up to her chest, as she moves her eyes to him, "Mhmm, I really liked it," she agrees with a small nod of her head. She pauses again, hardly moving from her spot as she watches Dareios drag his fingers along the glass bottles when she suddenly remembers her question from earlier, "What kind of business where you in before you ran for mayor? Before I went to med school I almost went for business instead," she asks him, curiosity dancing in her eyes as she waits for an answer. It's then that the man stops, pulling a bottle from its rack as he blows the dust off of it. Curious, Miya moves closer and peers over his arms as he holds the aged bottle, Dareios speaking again. It takes her a second to realize what he says, but he foggy brain seems to snap his words into place, "Ha-ha very funny Dareios. You look good for being several centuries old," she rolls her eyes at him though she can't help but keep the grin from her features.

"If you're an old man then I'm Cher," she giggles as she brings up a hand to cover her mouth, "I wish I was Cher, I would love to be able to sing like her," she mumbles between her laughter outburst. When she finally manages to control herself, she straightens slightly and drops her hand back to her side, "So, are we drinking it straight from the bottle and going to call ourselves uncultured swine?" She giggles again at her own joke, and perhaps it was from the lack of oxygen by how much laughter was leaving her body, but the woman suddenly feels lightheaded. Her drunken body staggering into Dareios, her hands automatically reaching up to catch herself, which only manages to send her into another fit of laughter, "Oh! I'm so sorry!" She apologizes through her giggles, "I think I need to sit down for a minute," she explains, but rather than exiting the cellar door, she merely sits where she's standing. "Ooooh, this is nice. Sit with me!" She demands.

Miyako Aiken