Tehr gave a bow from the waist, far more than was required for a commoner, even a skilled professional, but he was going to try to bed this woman tonight.<br/><br/>"Dia duit sudóg gleoite bean," he said in dwarvish, an informal greeting that acknowledge her as a pretty, buxom, and  luscious woman.  In dwarvish buxom meant not only a woman with ample breasts, but it also implied healthy, hearty, hale, healthy.  It was a greeting that could technically be construed as polite, but most people would consider it to have vaugley sexual overtones.  "Pardon my appearance," he said with false modesty, gesturing to his rather common clothing, "I had little time to change after my meeting with the palace mage.  But I said I would try to come back and talk with you, and didn't want to make a pretty woman like you waiting or wondering if I was just blowing smoke."<br/><br/>He favored her with a grin, and said, "Should we take some air and speak, or would you prefer to invite me in?"<br/><br/>He didn't want to make any assumptions immediately, but in all honesty, he hoped the lingering impression he'd made earlier would cause her to invite him in.