He extended a clawed finger to stroke and caress her smooth neck teasingly, trying to gauge her mood as his eyes drank her in. A low playful growl "Of course. Your largest bowl of meat stew..." His claw stroked her cleavage. "And perhaps some... discerning company" The growl returning to his deep, gravely masculine voice. He turned, tail swaying, momentarily caressing her thigh up her skirt just a little before swishing away after him as he went to sit in one of the more private booths. He loved this decadent little trade town with its loose women and open minds towards the carnal.