<div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/323/6/e/jiroph_by_jennyverse-d870m8h.jpg)</div><br/>Instead of commenting on her story he merely listened, so she really was a wild girl then. He had guessed that the amount of excess energy she had was caused by something, and the not knowing how to speak was just as big a hint. He nodded back to her question and then followed her gaze to the elf who seemed to be seducing a man. The proportions of her were quite shocking. The bust, hips, everything looking completely ready to be smashed. But he didn't look for long, and turned back to her as she did him. He supposed that later wouldn't be too bad. He had time off until someone contacted him again, and he planned on enjoying his time.<br/><br/>He took another bite, and as he chewed he begun to really look at her. His eyes cast over her head first, then down to what he could see past the table. Her bust wasn't as impressive as the elf's but it was nice to look at. He liked how she wore her hair. After he swallowed he spoke again,<strong>"I'm fine with listening if you have to talk. I do have a question though, what was your life before other people like?"</strong>He was raised in a close environment, with discipline and values that reflected the culture. They believed that mastery of the self could lead to mastery of the world. He however knew that he had not reached that stage yet. If he was, he wouldn't be here. But he had the self-control to not completely ogle her each second she was nearby.<br/><br/>Jiroph wondered though, how was she in bed? Was she just as restless as she seemed to be out here? He wished to know, and if she'd be able to comply with what it was he desired, a nice relaxing night. He hoped for a hot bath, and a rub to relax his muscles that were always  tight with the anticipation of having to spring into action. If he was less trained she'd be able to see it. His hands used to clench and release, his foot would tap against the floor. He was just on edge now as he used to be then, but he knew how to conceal it. He finished off the roast and then the mug each rather quickly. He would have asked for another if it didn't require her having to get up and leave his company. He liked being able to just listen. But like always, he was forgetting something. Introductions, so he said,<strong>"My name is Jiroph. What will I be calling you for the rest of the evening?"</strong>