Since the band seemed to be taking a break at that moment as well, Tehr nodded.<strong> "A drink would be lovely,"</strong>he nodded to his sister and Rosalyn,<strong> "Let us find some place where we are not in the center of the crowd, for I fear that we are going to be overwhelmed with people eager to speak with us soon enough."<br/></strong><br/>He led the two women towards the bar's far end and flagged down the servant behind to fetch drinks.  He felt better with the bar at one side and a wall at their backs, as many eyes were still upon them.  He chuckled and glanced at Rosalyn,<strong> "Gods above, is this how you always feel?  I feel as if my clothing has turned invisible the way these women are looking at me.  How do you deal with it, and can you ever forgive me for the times when I look so lustfully at you?"</strong>He smiled at his sister, eager to make sure she did not feel left out of the conversation.  He loved his sister and they had fun, but truthfully what they did was more fun, sport, relaxation of a carnal nature.  Very rarely did he actually lust after Christina, beautiful and desirable though she might be.<br/><br/>Their drinks arrived and they sipped as the most brave approached to complement them on their dance, and Tehr was as charming as he could be.  The music started back up after a little break, but now there were people eagerly glancing their way, eager to see if they would dance again.  Thankfully the slow stream of sycophants, well wishers, and other guests gave them just enough reason to stay safe in their corner for now.  But then he saw the matrons and daughters d'Saari return from their seclusion.  One part of him wondered if they had come to a decision.  But as they scanned the room and locked eyes with him, he had a sneaking suspicion that they had.