It felt... strange, to have these three women talking around him.  He was definitely not used to this sort of dynamic; he was often the center of attention at home, even when he didn't want to be.  It felt like the three women knew each other; at the very least the two more human looking women.  When the fox-eared one started talking about sitting on his lap, he did his best to keep a serious expression with such a woman offering... what was she offering, exactly?  "No problems."  he focused on Mara at least for the immediate, as everything happened around him.  He cleared his throat, and finally looked back to Fey.  "Well, if you insist... I suppose it is the least I can do, for... stealing your seat."  Flirting back?  Stumbling in the attempt at it, perhaps.  Definitely out of his element.<br/><br/>He glanced over, hearing the man offering to buy the rest of them drinks.  Further unexpected, but he certainly wouldn't complain. "Yes, well.  Red wine.  Something old, please."  With his luck, it'd end up being vinegar, but he at least had to try.  But then... his eyes were focused on the mystery buyer... and the scrap of paper.  Rubbings?  That usually meant history.  Old things.  Mysteries.  Suddenly this was getting interesting.