"<em>Lord?</em>" Dorath recoiled; trying his best to look hurt, "You offend me Lady Corset. I have welcomed you by my fire, offered you food, given you protection, and even offered entertainment in exchange for a bit of conversation. Instead you choose to make sport of me? Are my simple clothes and pathetic food so far beneath you? Careful Lady Corset lest you injure the feelings of my men."<br/><br/>As if in response to this the men sitting around them began grumbling and fingering their blades. Despite this show it was obvious that many were barely containing smiles or laughter at their leader's remark. The harpist stuttered for a moment on her song as this started, her expression darkening before continuing her strumming. All the while Dorath drank in Rosali's reaction to his statement.<br/><br/>Before she could reply his face returned to its usual mocking kindness, "Ah but there is no need for hurt feelings Lady Corset. I am sure you meant no ill of me and my many men. You say you are a dancer? Well then dance for us so we may forget the insults you threw at us. But keep in mind we are simple men with simple tastes; we're not looking for something interpretative or artsy. You'll have to dance in such a way that any man, even stupid ones like me and my men, can enjoy."