He had been accused of being an extreme femi-sexual, if that was even a word (he still wasn't sure), or something that was intended to mean something similar. Or, as one ass had put it, 'if its in a skirt and has boobs, he will hit on it.' Which wasn't true, as that would keep him from admiring some of the more powerful races, dragons and the like.<br/><br/>But he was well aware that his prospects for any sort of a relationship was nonexistent on average and fleeting at best. So despite her having a bust comparable to his former minotaur companion or the paladin in proportions, and being only half his height, he flirted tastefully with the merchant. Still, he thought it best to not mention the layman's name for the melodica, if only to avoid getting murdered by his new 'companions. Of course, they might find it funny that he was playing a 'hooter.'<br/><br/>He simply gave the paladin an elegant, flamboyant, and overly deep 'dying swan' bow as they returned, the back of his hand actually brushing the ground. He got on his horse, after checking to ensure that all his equipment was properly secured.