Laughing at the woman's gesture, Valen spit in his palm in turn slapping it together with hers. If she was going to play that game, so could he. Smirking to her, he shook hands with the gnomish woman, nodding a little.<strong>"Alright, how may I service you?"</strong>Whether it was a slip of tongue or on purpose, Valen smiled looking at her curiously.<br/><br/>He waited to hear what she would say, what there might be up for doing, and perhaps, if it had been intensional, what she'd comment about that. Then again, perhaps her original joking hadn't intended for him to respond this much in turn. He'd find out momentarily, perhaps.