"That ain't no crime," The man responds when Analise sat beside him and told him she was new in town. He tenses for half a moment as she throws her arms around him but doesn't push her away or anything. He nods imperceptibly as she speaks her message softly into his ear sharing pertanent information. He chuckles as she kisses his cheek and as she sits back and smiles he just shakes his head a little. His attitude towards Analise warms a bit as he comes to a decision about the coy blonde he's talking to.<br/><br/>When Analise brings up the weather he says, "there's a chill to you, I've got a<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">cap</span></span>or two for you if you if you'd like." He hit that word with special emphasis, looking into her eyes to see if she caught his meaning. Then he looks her up and down before asking, "not sure if you'd like the<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">boy</span></span>or the<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">girl</span></span>better. Both are nice, I think you'll find you like 'em," he assures her then looks up and down the street again using that meaningful tone at times, saying a lot between the lines. He's unafraid just casually wary, but that just makes sense in a town like this. Nothing out of the ordinary, just two friends catching up, that's what bystanders would attest to if asked.<br/><br/>Inside the pub Sweet Maggie takes Salai's credit card when she passes him on her way back to the kitchen. She drops it off with the wrinkled old man behind the register who casts his eyes about the place when he reads the name on the card. His wise eyes meet Salai's and convey a greeting and request which has the dark skined man bow his head to the cashier. He walks over to the register after pushing in his chair and greets the cashier with a formal little bow. "Duke, it's been too long. Thank you for your hospitality," Salai says defferentially to his elder. Duke nods benificently and replies, "you honor my hall with your presence Wanderer. Are you passing through or will you be here for a season or two?" Salai gives the question some consideration, his gaze unconsciously going to the door that Analise left through. "I may have reason to tary awhile, if I do, I'll be happy making myself avaialbe to you, Duke," he said in cultured, almost stilted tones, the sort used when infront of a judge or large, formal audience. The cashier nodded and handed him back his credit card and tore up Salai's bill with a thin lipped smile on his face. "Enjoy and be well, Wanderer, may the road ever rise to meet your feet," he said as a dismisal and a blessing. Salai bowed again and turned to head for the door to see what Analise was up to.