Daelen's introduction was short and to the point.  What more needed to be said?  Turning his gaze just an inch further her way Sabre nodded finally in acknowledgement now that her master introduced the main attraction of the night, and for Sabre for many nights even after he left for home.  "A pleasure," he charmed, "I promise."<br/><br/>"So am I the first here?  I can't imagine I'll be the last - you got even me to come here, though we both know who to really thank for that."  Waving his hand and letting his bag slump to the floor beside him, he leaned down and began untying his shoelaces all the while taking note of Zipporah's figure from a new angle.  She couldn't possibly be wearing anything underneath that dress.  Good.  She had no business wearing anything at all honestly.  He and others like him were invited to come worship her body, and so clothing no matter how tight seemed blasphemous.<br/><br/>"Well then, please do take my bag, Zipporah.  If you could, try and give me a room with a thin wall, probably sharing it with the main bedroom," he chuckled.<br/><br/>Shoes off, he walked over beside Daelen with his jacket still on, and took a seat without yet pouring himself anything.  Sure, he'd likely take a few sips to loosen his nerves, but right now this anxiousness was the greatest feeling in the world.  There was plenty of time for every other great feeling later tonight.<br/><br/>"This promises to be quite the occasion then.  How long have you two 'known' each other?"