"Really? I once slept with half the girls at White Grotto," Pyth chimed with boastful charm, trying to show off either how well-traveled he was, how prolific his love life, or just how well he could bluff.  Rather than wait to be cut down he quickly moved on with a tilting head and smile.<br/><br/>"You're pretty well-rounded for such a small package, though.  I'd say you're probably handy with a knife, but swordplay usually involves actual swords," he teased.  "And swordplay is exactly what I'm all about."  Pyth tapped the scabbard of a sword leaning against his chair between him and Tessa, a long weapon almost as tall as herself.  It's long-faded ornate hilt and pommel were scarred with battle wear much older than the young man could possibly be.  "Haven't met anyone man enough to go two minutes with me."  Leaning his elbow across the back of her chair he leaned into his arm and flexed his fist and muscles for her with pride.  "Hell, I could probably take those two orcs in your troupe in an arm wrestle."