The weapons dealer smiled politely, showing his pearly whites, and said, "enjoying myself a lot more right now."<br/><br/>Showing a shocking amount of willpower, he did not look at her assets, though his head bobbed a little bit before he got it under control.  "One of the boys put you up to this, darling?"<br/><br/>"Or did you just come over for good conversation and better entertainment?" He took another sip of his ale, giving the entertainment a look when he might have thought Nyranue wasn't looking.  "The name's Nol.  Tilan Nol."<br/><br/>Laeli would get her share of looks no matter where she went, but most folks had the sense to not look too long.  This wasn't the kind of bar where you looked at someone unless you wanted something, and that big tool box could fracture the average sentient's skull.