Nyxeris leaned back in her chair, enough that the two front legs lifted from the ground. Pursing her lips, she inspected him. There was a lot to be learned from body language. He was a fighter. That was obvious not just from his odd weapon, but the way he sat. Clearly well versed in battle, it was too bad he didn't need a weapon.<br/><br/>"I can smell it on you." Nyxeris said setting her chair back on the floor with a thump. "What is it you do?" She signaled a nearby serving wench to brink her another drink before leaning forward and pressing her forearms against the table to reveal a generous amount of tattooed cleavage. As shameless as it was, Nyxeris liked to tease. She wanted to see if his interest was peeked by her display. It also served to bring her close enough to attempt another peek under his hood. Nyxeris had found that the best way to learn the most about a person wasn't by asking questions, but by gauging reaction. Her tail danced languidly behind her as she shifted to tuck a foot beneath her bottom.<br/><br/>"Are you sure about that weapon?" A knowing smile plastered to her lips.