"Tanathil, minor god of crops" he replies, with a slight bow. "And, I forgot... you're a new one, aren't you? Haven't been here before?" On Draiss' affirmation, he nods, and continues. "It's a bit of a tradition, for those of us who are attractive, and have living bodies, to put together small groups for..." He searches for a proper, non-offensive euphemism, settling on "Relaxation and getting to know one another," he finishes, with a wink.