The warrior smiled slightly at her words. Her voice was rather pleasant, and unlike many of the sin'dorei he had encountered of late, she was modestly dressed. He didn't mind eye candy, of course, but after seeing it all the time, it became....tiresome. Noticing her observance of him, he decided fishing could wait. Even if they didn't speak to one another, it might be nice to relax and enjoy the view with someone of a like mind. Approaching a bit closer, he still kept a small distance between them as he sat down. Teryus didn't want to alarm her, and just because she wasn't armed didn't mean she couldn't defend herself - plenty of casters had very little need for weapons when they could freeze you, or set you aflame with a flick of a finger. Once he was seated, he reached into a pouch on his belt, pulling out a long-stemmed clay pipe, the bowl of which was shaped like a howling wolf. He glanced at her, quirking a brow.<br/><br/>"Do you mind if I join you for a smoke?" The question was delivered in rough, if rather passable, Thalassian. She had made the attempt to accommodate him, the least he could do, as a gentleman, was offer the same in kind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>