<br/>An under-the-breath but ardent groan escaped Luneth's throat as he felt Rose press her bottom back against him; suddenly his mind went alight with myriad possibilities, if only 'twern't for the layers of clothes 'betwixt them and the other folk all around...<br/><br/>"That's the one," he affirmed at the mention of the pixie. "A promising prospect, and not the only one." He bowed chivalrously when complimented, and his eyes raked rather more roguishly down her form. "And you, my minx of a lynx, look stunning in yours." He lowered his voice to add, "And will out of it, should I have the honor of seeing." His eyes lingered on the stretch of legs left exposed, then flicked up to hers, hungrily.<br/><br/>He swept her into his arms, one about her waist again and the other holding her hand out, and slowly, he began to turn about with her. Harp-notes wafted from the silver-haired bardess Aria's sought to hire at the temple; she leaned now upon the edge of the aftcastle overlooking the galley, about where Bikke had been when brought down. The tune was slow, soft but rising;  background music one might notice only subconsciously, but Luneth seemed perfectly happy for such a slow dance with Rose.<br/><br/>He mentioned, "There was this Lliiran lady interested; a petitioner who during her mortal life was, I gathered a politician in Chessenta; she'd championed freedom in her city-state and assassinated by poison...'twas a sad tale to hear it from her lips. And a retired mortal adventurer, a plunder-thief of chromatic dragon hoards who'd worshipped Tymora throughout his career and, it seems, the goddess brought him enough luck to live to tell about it and perhaps spend some of those hard-filched hoards...if we are lucky too!"