Anton grinned at Wren as she remarked about flattery and then the rats.<br/><br/>"Well, in that case, I shall have to endeavor to learn more about what sort of charming you enjoy. Getting your clothes off in public sounds like a fun way to spend an afternoon." Anton quipped with a waggle of his eyebrows and a laughing chord of music upon his lute. "Well if I were to find a lich in a brothel, I would rather you come help me. Especially since passions run high in a moment of conflict, and if they did for us, we'd already be in the proper surroundings to satisfy those urges."<br/><br/>Anton watched from half lidded eyes as two more people entered the room, his fingers still flying upon the strings of his lute, plucking out whatever tune was dancing upon his mind. As he observed the wizard, or arcanist, or whatever the hell form of magician the red robed man was, enter with a new woman upon his arm, his attention was grabbed. Who would go out and bring in a bed warmer for a situation such as this? Because that was what she appeared to be, wearing virtually no clothes, her bust threatening to burst her top, her every movement sensuous and designed to draw the eye of every male in the room and set his blood to boiling. Her hips swayed as she walked the room, her lips curling into a smile that made men desire to kiss those lips, and all of it made him cautious.<br/><br/>Don't get me wrong, Anton was as willing as the next man to tumble a willing wench and have some fun, in fact he lived for such opportunities. But this meeting was to arrange for the killing of a necromancer, a threat to the city and one that had escaped the group once already. So now he brought in a whore to assist? Like hell. There was something deeper, something more dangerous about this woman, he would bet his life upon it.<br/><br/>As she turned to speak to him, he found his fingers had started to strum the tune of a well known bawdy romance play that was known to be performed in some brothels, often requiring male audience participation. He grinned as he realized what he was playing, but didn't change it. The tune seemed to fit the woman he was looking at.<br/><br/>"I don't know that I could handle getting drinks with you ma'am, you seem to attract all sorts of male attention, and I'm not a fan of getting in a bar brawl to win a ladies affections. I prefer my lute." He said simply and with a smile. He couldn't deny he was attracted to the girl, she was pants ripping gorgeous, but the element of danger, the element of the unknown factor in the equation, held him back. Made him hesitate. Made him decide to keep an eye on this girl...well her ripe ass made him decide to keep an eye on her too, but the dangerous unknown..that gave him a good reason others could accept.