Dalamar's confusion quickly turned into embarrassment. He bowed slightly, hoping to hide his flushed cheeks. "My apologies, m'lady, for the misunderstanding." He didn't recognize her, but addressed her in the politest way possible in the hopes that it would change their first impression of him.<br/><br/>At the lady's mention of the cold and closing the door, Dalamar was happy to oblige. Before he could really question as to whether or not he was welcome, he stepped inside, sliding the bag he carried everywhere off of his shoulder, and shut the door behind him. He could breathe a little easier without the wind searing his lungs and with the extra weight off his back.<br/><br/>Dalamar had a chuckle at the older gentleman's beast charmer comment. What a way to address a lady indeed! He nearly laughed aloud at the mention of magic. Dalamar only needed to study the scythe for a moment to realize there was no magic there. The inviting fire glinted off of the blade as he looked at it.<br/><br/>"It is beautifully well done," Dalamar agreed. "It's also quite impressive you can handle it so delicately when it is obviously very heavy." Though he did not say so, Dalamar questioned as to whether or not he could lift it without magic.<br/><br/>Since the very mention of magic, Dalamar was itching to perform one of his parlor tricks. Even if he couldn't have the attention of crowds, he had their little group's attention for the time being. Finally settled on which one, Dalamar opened his hand to reveal the coin he had playing around with earlier. "This is magic," he said, as he clasped his fist around the coin. "It likes to disappear you see," he opened his hand revealing nothing. Then he reached to the side of the older gentleman's face, barely moving the hair behind his ear, and quickly pulled his hand away, revealing the coin between his thumb and forefinger. He turned it slightly so that the fire glinted off of it, making the coin shine with the yellow, orange, and red of the fire.