River laughed quietly at her words. Tea he had, and he raised the cup a bit to indicate this. Now the 'companion' as his family had named a whore.<br/><br/>"My pleasure, miss..?" His gaze travelled up the woman, calm, grey eyes stopping at hers, slight smile forming while they defrosted and gained a twinkling of mischief.<br/>"Men are my pleasure, miss..," he murmured.<br/>"Especially those who are able to... But, I guess I shouldn't go into details."<br/><br/>His gaze dropped to his teacup again, brow furrowing a bit. Oddly enough it was still a chore to word his desires. Even with his experience.