"That rule seems--" Tianin begans, before smiling patiently.  Indulgently, even.  Who is he to declare one rule of action inefficient, or unwise?  Especially when he may yet profit from the simple, twisted notion of honor.  It would seem even the most modest of Draenei retain an aspect of that about their daily interaction with the world and the people they inhabit it with.  "This place must run smoothly, it's true.  One unhappy patron can quickly ruin the mood, though the goblin bouncers seem quick to toss out trash from the common room if they happened to turn from glum to hostile."  He reaches forward, clasping her wrist, and pulling her gently forward and into his lap.  She is larger than him, which means her wide hip buries his lap, but he wraps an arm about her lower back in support.  "We were discussing service.  I suppose I would not be amiss in expecting the same treatment?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>