Lew bent over to listen to Violet's beckon. Well, kind of. It seemed a more than adequate excuse to get a closer look at the creamy bosom that the halfling was so talented at showing off. Where her physical qualities tickled Lew's eyes, her words and tone infected his mind. Becoming drunk with perverse ideas, his rod jumped to full staff as his eyes set about to aid the halfling in her search.<br/><br/>"Oh, don' mind us!" Moira shot angrily when the halfling's eyes settled upon them.<br/><br/>"Uh, uhmm..." It appeared as though Lew wasn't quite familiar with the building. He did manage to lead the tiny temptress into a room that resembled a kitchen, complete with pots and pans left out from the previous user.<br/><br/>Convinced the leprechauns would stay put, Lew shut the door behind them.