Tehr nibbled at the fruit and cake, and left the hearty meat pies for a bit while he spoke with Sarah.  Though after she said her name he smiled and said, "Then in private, when away from the prying ears of nobility, you may likewise call me Tehr if you wish.  I understand you may not wish to do so in front of your employers, but here where it is informal, I wish you to feel comfortable with me."<br/><br/>He asked her questions and was well pleased with her answers.  Though he admitted that her fear of 'larger folk' seemed almost a direct contrast to the way most humans held halflings and other demihumans in low regard.  He chuckled as she agreed, "I should warn you though Sarah, I try to be a gentleman, but I am also quite a beast at times."  He shifted in his seat slightly, and knowing that doing so would bring his thigh out from under the shadow of the table.  Again his semi turgid cock, laying against his thigh would be semi visible beneath the linen he was wearing.  He looked to see if her gaze again drew downwards.  "For example, I need servants who understand discretion, for my house is well... not well loved in the eyes of the new church of the one god.  I follow the old ways, and have a much more free form of life then most nobility.  For example, as you can see," he gestured to his body, clad only in his linen trousers, "I don't often dress as appropriately as I should.  My servants have come used to the fact that I walk around in much greater states of undress then is considered 'decent' in most society.  I would need to know that you would not only feel comfortable with that, but that you could maintain a sense of privacy about what happens behind the walls of my home.  Would that be something you'd be comfortable promising me?"<br/><br/>Sarah smiled and nodded,<em>"Indeed sir... Tehr, I'd be all right with that as the folk around here often enjoy such states on fine weather days."</em>She blushed slightly and added,<em>"Though you'd have to promise me in return to excuse me for perhaps looking a moment or two longer than would be strictly necessary."</em>Her lipq quirked in a silent secret smile.<br/><br/>Tehr nodded, and reached down, unlacing the drawstring on his trousers.  He slid the trousers down past his knees and kicked them off, sitting in the chair naked.  "I promise not to make you feel too uncomfortable then," he said, excited at exhibiting his body to this serving girl.  He could feel his cock plumping up, swelling with excitement, though still soft as it lay against his thigh.  "Now there is another thing that is related.  I practice a brand of magic that... well... it would make the satyr's and nymphs blush.  Because of it, I find myself bedding women I find beautiful, and never a commitment ring to be spoken of.  Not to say that I do not care for those I lay with, indeed the opposite.  I care very much for the women who take pleasure in my body, and that pleasure is quite often great.  So if you come to serve in Hewthorne Hall, I need you to know that women who come to my bedchamber always do so of their own free will, and with the understanding that there is no exclusivity."<br/><br/>Tehr leaned forwards and whispered, "In fact, often it's more than one at a time."  He put his hands on his thighs, and in doing so, his thumb brushed his swelling cock and knocked it between his legs where it bounced fully and stiffly.  His next words were soft and husky, "So I need to know what you think of that as well."   His words purposely ambiguous, 'that' could mean the situation or the bouncing and hardening dick between his thighs.