Caiaphas laughed at her attitude, before shrugging and changing back. "Very well, I only aim to please."<br/><br/>He refrained from adding the usual ending to one of his favorite sayings, and simply followed with a bemused expression. Once they were at the table, he held the chair for Leighla before taking his seat. "A sampler platter of ales please."<br/><br/>It would be a series of glasses with smaller amounts of ale in it than normal, but it would give him a good selection of tasters, and he could get a better idea which ones were to his taste. Once the waiter was gone, he turned back to Leighla. "So, I trust your father and mother are a bit more pleased about your choice, having talked with me before the play?"<br/><br/>He wasn't going to ask why her mother was so much younger in appearance than her father, she had seemed to be about half his age, if he had had to make a guess. Of course, with dwarves, it was hard to tell their actual age, since they could live almost a millennia with care and plenty of healing, though most only hit about six to eight hundred. Or so he was told.