These two definatly seemed, Well 'flirty' would be the best word he supposed. "Well thank you, You both look lovely today as well." It never hurt to give a compliment. That is what the church of Pelor taught its clerics. But especially to a woman. That was something taught to him by his father. "In truth my swordmanship is rather rusty." he Shrugged and reached behind him to lift and casually drop his Heavy Iron mace onto the table with a loud thud that turned several heads in the Tavern. "it probably explains why I tend to use this." He smirked. He doubted either of them could lift this weapon as high as their chests. It was twelve pounds of pure iron. But he would get a laugh out of seeing them try. Maybe he would dare them to in the future. "And you don't have to worry about my ability to keep swinging it for as long as needed."