The feline shook his head with a chuckle. “Better, yes but it could possibly use some work. Maybe if you didn't try so hard to-” He was interrupted by his partner's sudden outspoken admiration of the drow woman.<br/><br/>Seka's eyes followed the drow for a moment. She really was a looker, he could say that in confidence. But the way she moved, that sort of deadly grace.... besides the fact that those dark elf types didn't exactly put out wimps. “Hell with fitting in, I can't imagine why she'd join u. She looks a lot better at this kinda thing than we are, prolly.” He mused. “But hey if she dumb enough, I mean, uh, the gambling sort, maybe she'll take a chance on our little group. I say invite her. The worst that it could damage is your pride. And maybe your body if she takes offense, but hey, wounds heal.” He encouraged Darius as he sat back in his chair, ready to relax.<br/><br/>Only to be interrupted again, this time by a most peculiar man in a violent looking hat and a terribly ugly mask. Seka tried not to make a face but he wasn't certain he succeeded. His stunned silence was cut into by Darius' eloquent, well spoken, and embarrassing reply.  The cat found his teeth clenching slightly as he gave Darius' calf a light kick. “I am<em>not</em>looking for a boyfriend.” He chided before grumbling. “Just maybe a little eye-candy, jeeze. Don't make me seem so shallow.”<br/><br/>That settled he turned to the man with his most pleasant, rather forced smile and spoke again in the sort of courteous polite tone you might expect from a secretary answering the door. “Please forgive my associate sir, he means well, really.” He offered, glancing to Darius only to see him now distracted by a dancing girl. “...At any rate, were you hear looking to join our band? 'cause if so, I'm not certain you meet all of the, uh, requirements.” He paused a moment and grinned. “Now if you were looking to<em>hire</em>us, then yes, we are indeed the dungeoneers you are looking for, provided your money spends well, of course.”