After his first answer of 'after breakfast', Dinar just ignored his insistent guest and focused on cooking, backing up a little to let Taizee watch him.  Through all of that, his face barely changed, even as Abylus changed shapes.  Beyond one little eyebrow raise at least, but that was quickly nullified.<br/><br/>As Lang spoke, Dinar started grabbing empty plates.  "As long as every participant is willing and capable of consent," Dinar said as he brought the plates to the sink, "they have full protection and privilege.  That is the law, and I am happy to enforce it.  If anyone has a problem with that, then they can take their chances with the city sergeant."  Picking up a brush, Dinar started pumping water into the sink and scrubbing dishes.  "And I assure you, he is nothing if not-"<br/><br/>He paused for a moment, but got right back to the dishes.  "I might as well make my introduction now."  Then he turned around, still scrubbing at the dish he was holding.  "I am Patriarch Dinar IV, Minister of Deities for the Far Eastern Islands."  He put the dish on a drying rack and soaked another one.  "I am also quite an accomplished cleric of the Ninth Order of Iomedae and a trained healer, both of which have often been useful."  He kept scrubbing at the dish.  "And, as of yesterday, I am the last bit of government in this town, possibly on this island.  Though hopefully not for long."