Tehr reached for the alchohol first, slugging it back before then reaching for the coffee.  How well his servant knew his moods and needs was frightening at times.  He set the bottle back down on the tray and reached for the coffee next.  Then answering her question, "Well, as good as could be expected I suppose.  She practically threw herself at me in any way she could think of.  You'd have laughed, she started off trying to be prim and proper, a court lady declaring her interest in courtship.  But when I told her that I couldn't enter into a relationship like that she practically threw herself at me."<br/><br/>He grinned, "Put my hand right on her thigh and everything, asked if she could come over some night."<br/><br/>He moved to a chair and sat down, "It's risky though, I doubt Dale would tie itself to Wynt just over potential mithril rights.  Makes me wonder if there isn't something else at play.  Snapping up loyalties and such."<br/><br/>He raised an eyebrow, silently asking her thoughts on the matter.