The Knight-Captain couldn't quite keep the smile from his face as he saw Hani coming toward him, carefully watching the way that she moved across the floor of the Common Room, having always found something vaguely captivating about the way that she<em>moved</em>. It was vaguely artistic, or at least so it struck him, or maybe that was just part of the subtle dance that the two of them were engaged in. Since he'd become a Noble, "Sir" Doryn Aelland had been blessed with no small amount of attention from the fairer sex, and he'd of course enjoyed all of it. Only a few of the women seemed to understand the true route to earning his interest, however, but Hani seemed to understand the basic principles well enough...<br/><br/>...not too aloof, but not too available, either. Show interest, tease, but don't give in too easily. It's the chase that was most enjoyable, and as Doryn watched her approach him while he leaned back in his chair and sipped at his drink he couldn't help but think that he was very much enjoying this chase. He dutifully let his eyes wander down toward her assets when she put them on display, putting his mug away as she leaned into him and incidentally gave him a hint of her delightful scent. He breathed in deep even as she whispered into his ear, tongue lightly wetting his lips as he savored the scent of her. Even the touch of her breath in his ear was intoxicating, much more so than the ale served at the Dew Drop, and while she remained so close... Doryn felt well and truly drunk on her...<br/><br/>Then, with a light nip at his ear, she awaited his response to her query.<br/><br/>He just smiled at her, a lazy smile on his face as he glanced up at her, lightly tracing the back of her hand with two of his fingers before he said anything. Fingers ever so soft against her delicate skin, teasing from just above her knuckles up to her wrist in the gentlest and most teasing of acknowledgements.<br/><br/>"Of course," he said, smiling, his eyes never leaving hers. Standing, lightly, as she made room for him to do so,-- but, before they wandered off to the back room, Doryn moved into her and let his lips brush up against<em>her</em>ears,-- breath warm as he whispered to her, "I'd advise you to be more careful with my earlobe, sweet Hani, or you'll find yourself getting into trouble. We've been<em>so careful</em>to keep things between us professional, after all, but you doing things like that..."<br/><br/>He pulled back, just a bit, biting his lip as he watched her with a smirk.<br/><br/>Gesturing for her to lead the way.<br/><br/>He wasn't exactly shy about 'enjoying the view' as he lead the way, too.<br/><br/>This wasn't his first trip back into the Dew Drop's private room, and he didn't need much guidance as he headed over toward one of the comfortable chairs tucked away in front of the fireplace. He quickly made himself at home as he always did, grabbing a cigar from the box laid out for the Inn's "special guests" and lighting it on a nearby candle. If Hani didn't make him a glass of brandy herself, he helped himself to that as well, and either way was soon sat back in the chair with a cigar in one hand and his other resting comfortably around his drink. He simply smiled, nodding lightly, when Hani told her that his contact was ready to meet and let her know that he'd be more than happy to wait...<br/><br/>...he liked it back here, after all.<br/><br/>The entire time, Friedrich didn't say thing, merely following his Master at a discrete distance and taking a position in a corner of the room.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Knight-Captain had already finished his brandy by the time that Hani brought the rather non-descript Merchant back to meet him. That hadn't been avoidable, really, since there was a certain amount of subterfuge involved in such matters and wouldn't have done to be<em>too</em>obvious in arranging their meeting. Well, leading one man and then another into a hidden back room would be rather obvious, the end result of which being that Aelland sat back in the room for quite a while. In addition to his empty glass of Brandy, he had a book open, when Hani finally read the Merchant back to see him.<br/><br/>...a book that he quickly marked his place in, putting it aside, when the other man walked into the room.<br/><br/>He was an attractive enough fellow, more or less Doryn's type, perhaps looking at more nervous than he'd have liked. That was understandable, though, in his position the Knight-Captain of the City Watch is probably a rather intimidating figure and Doryn in particular is a likely still considered an unknown to most of the people in the City. Plus, of course, given that Hani was introducing them,-- the exact details of<em>why</em>were still not exactly clear to him,-- there was the almost certain fact that this "Piotr" was some form of criminal despite appearing to be a fine upstanding businessman.<br/><br/>And, well, as Knight-Captain he had already overseen the deaths of more than a few of the cities criminal figures.<br/><br/>The dismantling of their organizations.<br/><br/>"A little more Brandy would be nice, yes, please,-- I recommend a Cigar, as well, Pieter,-- may I call you Pieter? If you insist on 'Master de Gotha,' I'm afraid this meeting will be rather more dour than I'd like, what with all the invocations of 'Sir Doryn Aelland, Knight-Captain of the City Guard, etc, etc...'  You are, of course, welcome to call me Doryn."<br/><br/>He smiles, as the other fellow sits down, pushing the cigar-box into the middle of the table as a little non-vocal addendum to his greeting.<br/><br/>"I have to say, of all the people that I saw in the Inn tonight, you were not the one I imagined had reached out to call this meeting."