"Then," Tehr said with self deprecation coloring his words and bringing a smile to his face, "You obviously didn't see me dancing.  I thought it was a time to show how good you could make a fool of yourself."<br/><br/>He laughed and accepted a drink from a passing waiter, then handing it to Emily took one for himself and if the dwarf seemed interested one for him as well.  "I'd love to speak with you about business at some other time perhaps though.  But there aren't many dwarves that reside in Londinium, that is certain.  A point which was driven home to me only recently.  I met a lovely young woman who was unfortunately..."  Tehr paused, not wanting to offend the dwarven nobleman, "...dishonored I suppose?  She's a butcher working in the northwest wards.  Ironna I believe?   She seemed to be quite the straight shooter though, I appreciate that.  I'm sure you agree that too many nobles say one thing out of the corner of their mouth while meaning another.  It gets frustrating for a young noble like me, unused to such deceptions."<br/><br/>Tehr made sure that he glanced in the direction of the queen.  He didn't know when Dale would make a move, but he was ready to leap should it seem to be happening.   He wasn't going to forget the main focus of this night, try to undercut Dale by causing them to lose the port contract.