I give just a quiet "tsk" at Lelika's cursing, feeling that she really ought to appear more ladylike. Still, I can correct her for that later on in private; at the moment, we have other things facing us: the concern of what this meeting is to involve, and the nature of our hosts.<br/><br/>Holding her hand, fingers intertwined, I stride on in as an invited guest - the serving girl is showing us the way, we are not being<em>taken</em>in. And so, I thank her when we arrive, looking her over with hunger in my eyes - ever ready to cause a little fear - and help Lelika into her seat before taking my own.<br/><br/>"Thank you for your hospitality... Sir Rathos, I believe? It appears we arrived at an opportune moment, unless you had this layout waiting all this time just on the chance of our arrival."