The man watched the huffing beauty as she disengaged from the other man, watching her cross the room and nonchalantly looking away as she turned her gaze to him. Now she was out of the shadows, he raised an eyebrow and sighed inwardly.<br/><i>Great. A Mage.</i>He thought, but downed his drink and moved to the woman, but took the long way around, walking through the crowd and making himsel appear and sit next to her, ordering a Dwarven Stout. Leaning in he would still be barely able to be heard over the crowd, but still he tried.<br/>"Now," he breathed out in a short range to her ear, "What would a Mage of such... Stunning appearance be doing here without a man to take her arm?" Upon finishing his statement, he raises his right eyebrow and looks out to the crowd, awaiting her response, though might be caught looking back to her visage.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>