Tehr had been caught in the act once or twice in the past, but never with a woman of station, and certainly not by the mistress of a house who's favor he was trying to court.  He literally drew a complete blank and could think of nothing other than; "Ye gods am I happy that I'm on the bottom.  I'm frozen like a startled deer."   His brain barely absorbed the conversation between the two of them, though one part of his mind noticed that the woman locked herself into the room.  Apparently the halfling's lack of modesty extended beyond their proclivity for nudity.  The older woman apparently wasn't scandalized.<br/><br/>Emily whispered something in his ear about dating, but Tehr's mind was whirling too fast to fully process it.  'i'll think about it later' was all his mind was able to promise him as it continued to try to decide the proper thing to do in this situation.  Obviously pulling away from Emily at this moment would be the wrong move, and honestly, with the vice like grip the woman's slick sex had on him, he didn't know if he could.<br/><br/>Finally after seconds that felt like hours, he heard Emily's voice raise and ask for peace.  Tehr looked at the older woman and shrugged his shoulders, "I'd apologize for not greeting you formally Mistress d'Ravos.  But I pray you'll forgive me considering I'm not currently dressed for a formal introduction."  He tried his best to smile, hoping that humor might ease the tension he was feeling.