Algerdon pulls a less awkward face as he's welcomed to the table, and he seats himself in the chair opposit to hers. He settles his tankard on the table, and his eyes discretly follows her legs under the table, until they dissapear under the tablecloth. Now, instead, his eyes goes to exchange between her breasts and face, attempting to do so discretly. The woman had beauty to the point where the bulge in his pants just kept growing, simply by looking at her. He gulps once more, before lingering his eyes on her face, attempting to refrain from further staring at her breasts.<br/><br/>"Well, uh.." he starts, before narrowing his eyes briefly. "...I.. Had.. Nothing better to do? I suppose" he finishes as he laughs awkwardly, once. He shifts his eyes before coughing equaly awkwardly. "Soo.. What about yourself? What brings such a jewel such as yourself to a dump like this?" he asks, masculinity returning to his voice, or atleast an attempt. A weak attempt. A clear voice crack makes its presece in mid sentence. Actually, perhaps it wasn't all too masculine? Regardless, he liked to think it did.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>