<strong>"Hello. You look interesting."</strong>Roarke turned to face the woman with a smile curling his lips.<br/><br/><strong>"Tell me - are those hooves suited for dancing? Or would my time be better spent going off and fucking myself?"</strong>The half-satyr's grin only grew broader, drawing back from bright white teeth before he chuckled and bowed slightly.<br/><br/>"Well m'lady," he answered as he reached for her hand and nodded toward the dance floor, "Why don't you give me a chance to show how well-suited they are?  And if I prove to be a waste of your time, I will just have to find some means of making it up to you won't I?"