Veche's chortle was- well, there alright, "I do speak, High Gothic.", came the rather polite; if- equally accented voice; his High Gothic was- oddly enough, very, very understandable if extremely stiff; as if enunciation was something he had issues with. Considering his teeth though? That was likely the cause of it. Although, he'd only wink as he took her hand; a low laugh thundering from his chest. Dusk's culture involved roughly the same amount of hip-gyrating dancing that one could get; but- it too involved much bodily contact. A similair type of culture although; he was most impressed by the tattoo- and the fact she didn't shy away from him. As most women were wont to do with a man of his size and weight. At nearly a 175 kilograms, he outweighed, in sheer muscle; many who stood about- save perhaps Ogryn who were much bigger. So, as she introduced herself; he only nodded with a small grin on his face now, "Veche Quinn, of Dusk.", the planet's name was an evocation of terror, the very world itself a hellish place close to the damning powers of the Warp and the even more volatile eye of terror. A horrible place, a dark place. Although, considering his healthy tan, huge height- and rather threatening look? He'd survived well enough...<br/><br/>But, as they reached the dance floor; he offered an eyebrow, "Close body? Or hip to hip?", an odd question to anyone who wasn't familiar with sorts of dances the Tribals did on their Death Worlds and Feral Worlds, but- it seemed he was seeing what she was comfortable with. Interesting man this Veche, well- mostly. That depends entirely on how 'scary and big man' is interesting...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>