Tehr had only begun to start undressing when he heard the crash from the hallway.  He quickly made himself decent, if not presentable and peeked out in the hallway to see the firey haired maid bemoaning her situation.  Tehr sighed silently to himself, but remembered that one of the reasons for the visit here was to find staff to fill out Hewthorne hall.  Certainly he had no problems with the redheads either, and this maid reminded him in a breif way of Heidi, his redheaded lover and servant to his sister.<br/><br/>He came out into the hall and noticed that for the moment there were no others around.  He knelt beside her and said, "looks like a small accident, but one that can be remedied.  Quick, show me which of these dishes were the most important or valuable."  Then stroking his magical signet ring he drew forth the power of the enchanted band.  It allowed him to cast any spell he knew once a day.  He hated wasting the power, as versatile as it was, on something so mundane.  But he needed to make an impression after all.  So he thought of one of the first cantrips he'd ever learned, that of mending.  Then holding his hands over as much of the broken dishes as he could, he would allow the power to flow from his ring, through his body, into the dishes.  He didn't know if he could repair all of them, but even some would be a help to this young halfling woman.<br/><br/>When he pulled his hands back he smiled at her and gestured to whatever dishes might be fixed.  If all of them were not he'd shrug and simply hope that some unbroken dishes were better than none.  Then, his eyes gazing across her flesh would he extend his hand and say, "Tehr ir'Wynt, at your service."  He'd kiss her knuckles as if she were a lady, and not a maid squatting next to him on the floor, and then say, "But maybe we can chat about this at a later time, for I must ready myself for the Lady and Lord's supper."<br/><br/>He'd smile and if she had little to say other then the general platitudes he would return to his room to try to get ready.  If, by chance or by design, he left the door cracked open, then so be it.  He needed to get into the mindset that the walls here had not only ears, but apparently also eyes.  However if the maid seemed interested in speaking, he'd suggest they return to his room so he could prepare while they conversed.  He honestly had no intention of trying to bed this woman at the moment however, and would leave the door wide open to indicate that.  But it wouldn't hurt to plant the seeds of a suggestion for a romantic encounter with a little serving girl at a later date.