[He agrees, getting the tray in one arm as he shakes the pamphlet open with the other, lifts it and starts reading. He doesn't mean to be rude, Iris, sorry, but he's so hungry for coherent information that backs up what he's heard so far, been reading on the little screen-thingy, that it's hard to resist skimming at least the first few paragraphs as he follows her into the bar.
Also if he keeps looking at her clothing he'll stare, and is smart enough to know that the cultural cues that that much skin give him are not necessarily the same in every world or time, and that he should keep those particular comments and questions all to himself until his feet are a little better under him.
He's so absorbed he nearly misses the door opening.]
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[He agrees, getting the tray in one arm as he shakes the pamphlet open with the other, lifts it and starts reading. He doesn't mean to be rude, Iris, sorry, but he's so hungry for coherent information that backs up what he's heard so far, been reading on the little screen-thingy, that it's hard to resist skimming at least the first few paragraphs as he follows her into the bar.
Also if he keeps looking at her clothing he'll stare, and is smart enough to know that the cultural cues that that much skin give him are not necessarily the same in every world or time, and that he should keep those particular comments and questions all to himself until his feet are a little better under him.
He's so absorbed he nearly misses the door opening.]