Thorin alowed a rare smile to show on his face, and he held out a hand to his hobbit in invitation to approach him.<br/><br/>"Halfling. Good evening."<br/><br/>He knew that he made an impressive sight, with his hair tumbling about him in dark silver streaked waves, his clothes far more relaxed than the hobbit had ever seen him in. His body was chiseled muscle, hardened by years on the road and working in the blacksmithing shops of humans. To a hobbit, who had little experiance with such..carnal matters, Thorin had no doubt that he was a rather stirring sight.<br/><br/>"come and join me. Ill not bite..unless you ask it of course."<br/><br/>He was baiting his burglar to get a reaction, he enjoyed the embarressed flush on the other males cheeks, found it endearing. The hobbits smaller form though diffrent from any of the other dalliances he had ever had, was certianly attractive to the dwarf, and to some of his company he had noticed as well. His heir Fili was one that he had particularily noted watching his burglar, and while Thorin was a Durin and therefore did not like the thought of sharing...the thought of his nephew and the hobbit togather for only him to see..sent a stirring of heat into his loins. For after all, Fili was kin, and that wouldnt be such a bad sharing after all.