Lon smiled wider, impishly, in response to Joli's comments. "I'm generous with more than compliments," he said, and followed Joli's gaze to Laurin. This time he didn't try for subtlety or discretion; instead, he allowed his gaze to rake over her lasciviously, before turning to appreciate Joli's stretch for the key. His eyes, like every other pair at the table, follow Joli as she walks away, and he stands quickly, his own pack appearing silently on his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Gentlemen," he bows slightly to the guards, unable to completely suppress the rakish grin, before turning to Raine. "Sir, I have no intention whatsoever of being up late.<em>Often</em>, perhaps, but not late." The grin grows slightly, and his eyes sweep towards Balfor and Laurin. "Well?" He raised both eyebrows, and glanced back at Raine curiously one last time, before turning away to follow Joli up the stairs of the inn.