Solarin grinned in expectation as they docked at the space station/restaurant.  He chatted with Azra about the beaches of his home world and other planets he'd seen since leaving.<br/>His eyes spent a good bit of time on the princess, but they wandered freely, too.  If she wanted to think him a pervert for enjoying the experience, she was entitled, but he wouldn't leave a doubt in her mind that she was just as attractive as any other girl there.<br/><br/>Solarin continued his conversation as a scantily clad, green skinned hostess lead them to their table.  He pointed out some of the more exotic aliens assembled, comenting on their cultural and biological uniqueness.<br/><br/>AT their table, the handsome giant--now dressed in a silk button down shirt and slacks--reached out to touch the waitress on the cheek.  If she didn't shy away he would graze the fullness of her lips with his thumb pad.  "I can already see you're as sweet as your name," his eyes danced.  "Nice to meet you.  I'm Solarin.  My friend is Azra.  Can you bring us drinks and an appetizer?  Something spicy?"