He waves it off.  "If it's all the same, I think I'd like to try hunting some fresh meat--" he glances in the direction of the wench as she approaches with his first drink of the evening, "--if you get my meaning.  His drink arrives, and he exchanges a few lines of pleasant conversation with the slip of a girl.  She gives him a saucy wink as she saunters away, and he slams his ale back as he appreciates the view.  "Anybody want to take bets on how long she'll last?"  he asks casually.  "...or maybe want to join in on the fun?"