The blacksmith likewise is very interested in Lorelei, his eyes pulling up from his dice and her breasts to gaze into her beautiful eyes for a moment when her hand falls upon his thigh.  Indeed, he even lets out a little grunt of desire when this happens, nearly choking on his drink in the process of attempting to cover it up.  He then offers a wide, slightly awkward grin as he picks up his dice and continues to play, shifting his weight in a way that quickly shows the ever observant Lorelei that his legs seem damn near as muscled as his arms.  His attention and desire are both certainly raised, going into the next round of dice at a serious disadvantage, one which in Cock's Crown could lead to a charming player to truly pull ahead.<br/><br/>The jeweler waves a hand in dismissal, "You clearly have a mind for it.  Did I not know better, I should say you've been training in Val-Derumin for the past five years precisely for this night."  This is said in an amused, joking tone, though he looks to the younger man with perhaps a brief flicker of jealousy.  "I should be happy to play any game with you that you may wish."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img14.deviantart.net/987f/i/2014/201/c/8/dnd_character_portrait__ameris_santraeger_by_hidennka-d7rjmqh.png)</div>Samem lets out a bit of a nervous laugh and flushes absolutely beat red.  One of his hands pushes up through his hair again, trying to straighten it and only causing it to be less well put together.  "Ah, I mean, an artist's apprentice, certainly," he confesses with the most sheepish of looks.  He pulls from inside his jacket a small sketched drawing, familiar and recognizable as the outside of the Storm and Queen.  The lines are quite well done, if perhaps a bit bold and dark, Samem it seems has some darkness to him, some flirtation with night that makes the Storm wreathed in blackness.  All the same, it's an interesting piece and the young man shows promise.<br/><br/>"Carry you about on his shoulders," suggests the brewer with a chuckle.<br/><br/>"Get friendly with Ayca, bring her to you," calls out the jeweler.<br/><br/>"Strip down and dance upon the table," comes the delayed suggestion of the blacksmith, though he seems to think that the suggestion is something that Lorelei may do, having been distracted by watching her during the previous bit of conversation.<br/><br/>Samem holds Lorelei's hand gently in his, his lips just breathes from her knuckles.  His deep, haunted eyes watch her and when she makes her suggestion, his face turns into a smile and he nods, "I would like nothing more, though I know myself not to be.  There... are... uhm, beauties too much for.  Page."  This sounds a little bit like a line that he may have been working on for some time, though clearly he was unprepared to use it in the presence of a woman like Lorelei who has him tripping over his tongue.<br/><br/>The slap of hands against the table draw back the attention of the players, especially the blacksmith who got himself quite a lovely view of bouncing breasts with the action.  Dice begin to roll again, the jeweler and the brewer both eventually being knocked out of the competition.  "You," concedes the brewer, "play very well."  He stands up, stretching a bit and gestures to the bar, "Let me fetch us a round.  You coming, Nel?"  The jeweler, Nel apparently, stands up as well and offers up a weak grin, "Wonderfully played.  I hope you'll continue joining our games, give us a chance to win back some coin."  With that, he claps a hand on the brewer's shoulder and they both go to get some drinks to bring over.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4d/99/94/4d99941e1117b613fca2de1f3f6ccb56.jpg)</div>The blacksmith leans forward, placing a hand on Lorelei's waist.  "I've never once in all my years playing with those two bastards seen them get trounced so hard.  You very much have my appreciation for that."  His hand is big, not quite monster-huge, but certainly impressively sized with strong fingers and grip, but for now simply affectionately touching.  However, he seems to also understand that Lorelei has interest in the painter and, if shown that he should step away, seems ready to do so.  "Did you  want another round or done with dice?  I don't want to intrude upon anything."  At this, there's a little thumping noise under the table.  The blacksmith seems to have lightly kicked Samem's leg, judging by how he jumped and turned bright red.  Looking out for the younger guy, it seems.