Tehr caught her hand as she withdrew it from his face.  Kissing the back of it lightly he grinned and held it unless she pulled away.  "So the military arm, they are shocking how so?"<br/><br/>He had never bedded a halfling and would leap at the opportunity to do so as long as it didn't risk his house standing.  He'd let her steer the conversation in that way if she wished, but he wouldn't force it.  "Because," he continued, "As I said, it takes much to shock me.  I've seen some small combat in my time, my father, brother, and I had to track down and eliminate bandits that were squatting in our territories.  I can still remember my arrow taking one in the eye, and the look on a young one's face as he met the executioner's axe in our family courtyard."<br/><br/>He grinned, and then if he still had her hand, began stroking it lightly with his long tapered fingers, "Though, maybe that's not the sort of shocking you're speaking of?  I've heard rumors that haflling communities are very...close.  That what passes for conventional modesty in Londinium is laughed at by the hill folk?"