No, he had yet to bother giving out his name.  Every time he considered something as simple as courtesy and introductions, the whirlwind that were these three women had him forgetting himself, distracted by treasure or flesh or... well, mostly flesh, if he had to be honest, what with Fey perched on him as he was.  "My name is Andrus."  He finally offered, letting his gaze start at Luna and Mara and make there way slowly up over Fey's assets to finally give the introduction to her face as well.  She even got a polite smile.<br/><br/>But just like that, the conversation was still moving, and he turned to look back at Mara.  Mara, the barwench.  "Fire?  You?"  He asked, eyeing her again.  Certainly she had the fiery tresses for it, but ... she was a waitress.  It made no sense!  He looked confused for just a moment, but then Mara did exactly the right thing to deal with Andrus; appeal to his ego.  "Thank you.  I make it a hobby of mine, to study history and arcane lore.  My own skills are a little more... subtle then setting things on fire, however.  I'm afraid my strengths are not geared towards dealing with more robust magical energies, but instead in utilizing alterna...."  His voice trailed off when he realized that for the people at this table, a rousing discourse in how he tapped into the Shadow Weave would probably be lost on them.<br/><br/>"Subtle."  He finally repeated, and took another sip of his wine.