He looked up from his glass. He was about to respond to her when he heard the Dwarf speak. He turned around and listened to him. "Well, if it means getting away from here, I am indeed interested...First door on the left...got it." he replied quickly. He set down a few coppers on the counter and turned back around. "Hello mylady." His words came uneasily, she could tell he was somewhat shy however as he had been addressed. It was only polite to answer. An obvious credit to his mother. He stepped off the stool and moved away toward the stairs, his bag in hand.