A confident smile cracked open as Viloet made such efforts to perform formalities. "Hmm," he hummed contemplatively as the issue of what to call him arose. "It's a bit early in the day for 'master.'" There was a dark emphasis on that word. Pouring himself a bit of the tea, he explained, carefully eying his hands so that he did not spill. "I am a man of business and untill you are actually under my employ, I find demanding such things to be rather asinine."<br/><br/>As he raised the filled cup to his lips he nearly spat up what was trying to slide down his throat. "Hornblower, you say?" Terrance took a napkin from the table and wiped his face. Squeezing his eyes closed as his senses readjusted. "Hmm, yes. Your attire..." he looked the halfling up and down. "I'm afraid I don't have anything ready in your size. If you do accept, I will sign a voucher and send you to my tailor." This time when he sipped, he did so without risking embarassing himself again. "Enough about 'what if's though. I assume you found the rate satisfactory or you wouldn't have come. Do you have any experience?" Terrance seemed to be gauging Viloet's confidence as well as her comfort.