Turning in his seat the large barbarian(at this point more just a little drunk) eyes the woman that was dancing in his lap. He felt it a shame that his armor was still on, and that he could not feel the press of her bosom to his body. A guilty thought flashed in his mind,  his wife had just died.. he had buried the body himself. Another gulp of wine pushed the thought from his mind, he may not wish to enjoy another woman as of yet... but he could watch, he could enjoy the sight. Eyes peered at her from under his thick mass of hair as he took another drink.