Dwalin did his best to keep up with Ylene, but his age was beginning to show and a slight limp slowed him down further.  But as she asked, he did keep his eyes gladly on her backside.  As they reached his tavern, he unlocked it.  A lot of places shut their doors in the late morning to keep out the building heat, and re-opened for a lunch crowd, when people would seek cooler indoor locations during the hottest part of the day.  His tap room was indeed pleasantly cooler than outside, and as he entered he opened the shutters to let in the light.  "The boy will be along shortly,"  Dwalin said, referring to the human that worked for him, who had to be well into his middle age, with kids of his own.  "If you want to wait I'm sure he'll whip you up something nice and hot.  Though if you'd rather drink your meals, like I do, I can pour.  Or maybe for a pinch, I'll let you go into the kitchen yourself and see if there's anything in the cool box that you could use to make a sandwich with."  He paused and considered, "Make that two pinches."<br/><br/>He held out his hand for her damp garments and added, "Let me hang those in the window, the air'll dry em out for you in a jiff.  An you know I don't mind an eyefull o' that pretty body o' yours flouncin about."  He leered in the most comical and exaggerated way he could.  He truly was a perverted old man, though he was harmless and never actually pushed anything more than a slap or pinch, and even then they were fairly gentle due to the craggy hands he had.