The moment the comment left Cyrus's mouth, Derrick would also give a good hearted laugh in the expense of the lovely redhead. The idea had slipped into his mind to have the both of them serving him in his room finds its appeal, but he knows that such things are probably not on the menu.<br/><br/>He returns his attention to the lithe servant girl that stands beside him, and his fingers brush along the light chainmail top that barely covers the delectable swells of her breasts. He does not hide the fact he finds this woman a delicious treat, and he would enjoy her this night.<br/><br/>"My name is Derrick Guards my dear girl." He speaks to her with a resonating tone in his voice. "I do not mind such questions. The name of my home is Guards' Manor, and it is only two days north from this inn. I rarely come south, but if I had known of the existence of this establishment I would have came sooner."<br/><br/>In a move of confidence now that he has payed for her complete attention and services for the night, his hand slips along her lower back as he says. "Please, I would like to see where we would be spending the night, and I would like to know your name as well."<br/><br/>His lips still smiling as his mood certainly brightened in the prospects of what this inn offers, and what the beautiful girl before him offers. "Also I will need some assistance in the removal of my armor." He mentions as he makes his way through the crowd with the girl held within the grasp of his arm.