Jaer cocked a brow as he watched Toria approach. "A man must welcome a lioness," he said with a half smile. He rose and graced her with a bow that was just respectful enough without exactly being over-polite. "And for a pretty one, a few moments are easily parted with, though a lioness best be quick, or risk losing her prey." He grinned. "What prey brings her tonight? Sailors or sweeter meats?"