There was a moment, after Hani's explanation of what was going to happen, where Doryn and the Elder Silverthorn stared off at each other.<br/><br/>The truth was, Doryn liked to think that him and the old retired adventurer got along, they had shared the odd tale of their wanderings at the bar back in the day and laughed at one another's more hilarious exploits. It'd been a warm camaraderie that had lasted right up until Hani had stepped into the room and Doryn had seen her for the first time. That'd been the beginning of the end of the warm friendship that might otherwise had developed between the two 'retired adventurers', for Sirus knew exactly the sort of man that Doryn was and he didn't like that such a fellow was interested in his daughter. No amount of assurances had eased the strain that it'd placed on their relationship, nor would such even be possible, for at the end of the day...<br/><br/>...Hani was Sy's daughter and he was rather protective of her. Just as, he was sure, Doryn will one day be protective of his own children.<br/><br/>Especially if they grow up to be women as captivating and intoxicatingly beautiful as Hani.<br/><br/>"Hmmph, what'd you do now then?" Sirus finally asked, glancing down at Doryn like... well, like a very very disapproving father.<br/><br/>Doryn stood, with some care, slightly uncomfortable on his knees at this point. "..I got jealous when your daughter danced with someone else..."<br/><br/>It was embarrassing when that answer made Sirus laugh, uproariously, shaking his head and rolling his eyes a bit before Hani's fathers eyes fell on the Elf that had been holding his daughter's hand when he walked in. Doryn, also, watched this exchange even as he was grateful that the older man's attention was off of him for the moment. Ethirdir, though, got a bit of surcease that he'd not gotten,--<br/><br/>--in the form of another Elf, sticking his head in the door and inquiring after Mercedes,--<br/><br/>Doryn almost felt sorry for the other Elf, or at least he would if he had much in the way of sympathy left for Elves, when that poor bastard felt the attention of Sirus Silverthorn on him. Hani might be his daughter but the old bear of an Innkeeper was protective of all the young women that he worked with and<em>especially</em>so poor Mercy. Or, at least, that's how it always felt to the Captain.<br/><br/><em>"Um...good evening, sir. Your serving girl...Mercedes...was wondering if I might get a chance to talk to her? Ask her if she'd like a drink...off the clock, of course..."</em><br/><br/>Sirus snorted a bit, looking down at the fellow, and Doryn wasn't sure how he'd react at first. "She's working, and busy, but she's a chatty girl. Behave yourself and don't harass her, or I'll throw you out of here myself, from what I heard she's been harassed more than enough tonight..."<br/><br/>It made him flinch, just a bit, when he heard it.<br/><br/>He really did need to apologize to Mercy, as well, for all that the two of them flirted and teased one another,-- in the most harmless ways, with it obvious to both that neither were all that interested in taking things any further than the occasional bout of her sitting on his lap or a somewhat flirty kiss, both for largely the same reason... that being his infatuation with Hani-- she'd almost certainly forgive him, of course, though she would probably make him grovel to some degree or another. Especially is she heard of his apology to Hani.<br/><br/>Even as the other Elf nervously assured the Innkeeper that he'd behave himself and not do anything inappropriate,-- which in other circumstances would have had Doryn smiling a bit,-- Ethirdir was turning toward the two of them and once again mentioning the dinner party to which he'd invited the two of them. It was a friendly invitation, and Doryn honestly found himself rather appeased by it, despite the fact that he wanted to hate the pouncy pointy-ear'd git who had danced with... well, Hani wasn't his girl, was she? None the less, he smiled and nodded.<br/><br/>"I didn't get the chance to say, but yes, I'd love to take dinner at your estate," Doryn finally said, smiling a bit. "Though, I'm afraid you'll have to add another day to that count, or remove one. If such is acceptable, though, I look forward to the evening. Hopefully with rather less drama than on this night. I hope you, as well, can forgive me for my actions earlier. I let my passions get the better of me."<br/><br/>"As you damnable Northerners are prone to," Sirus said, moving over toward his daughter and putting an arm around her, having finally finished with the other Elf. "You're a grown woman, so I won't tell you that you can or can't attend this party, but I expect you both to treat my little girl as if I was standing over your shoulder the entire time. If I hear that anything untoward happens to her..."<br/><br/>The last bit of that statement is allowed to peter off, rather ominously.<br/><br/>Doryn, swallowing a bit, simply nods.<br/><br/>"Of course, Sir," Doryn says, nodding. "I will treat Hani with only the utmost respect, of that, you have my word."<br/><br/>It was a very different wording that he usually used in these circumstances,-- normally, when so accused, he'd toss something out like: 'I have no intentions, dishonorable or otherwise, toward your daughter,' or, 'You need not worry about your Daughter where I am concerned, my good man.' Some other statement that, rather firmly, makes it known that<em>he isn't interested in Hani</em>. Except...<br/><br/>...well, this time, he doesn't say it.<br/><br/>Even he isn't<em>entirely</em>sure why.<br/><br/>...there's no doubt in his mind, though, that Sirus took notice of the lack of that postscript. He doesn't say anything, though, merely raising his brow a bit and watching Doryn dubiously.