Tehr crossed his arms across his chest and looked down on Ironna with a grin, "Oh no no no, Far be it from me to force my lascivious ways upon you!  Why in fact, I think I came here only for the stew, not for the company."<br/><br/>He laughed, hoping she'd see the humor in this, "Nope, trying to convince you to take me to bed where I'd rock your very world with a night of unbridled passion, is not something I'll be doing any more.  The fact that a mage knows special secrets in pleasuring a woman should carry no weight what so ever in your already overwhelming desire to tear my clothes from my body."<br/><br/>He pushed away from Ironna, and in a parody, a comical act, he began to clown movements of extreme drama.  Throwing one arm over his face while the other held her at bay, "No, no, no sweet lass, You must control your urges!  Never would I dare impinge upon your honor, to even suggest otherwise would doom us both."<br/><br/>He turned and peeked one eye out from under his arm and smiled, "You're just going to have to restrain your unbridled passions, I'm so sorry."<br/><br/>He chuckled again, hopefully with her, and then gestured to the bench, "Let us sit, tell me more about yourself and we shall trade stories."