Rodolphus looks puzzled. "Maybe your fever is worse than I thought."
He looks around. "I don't see one. Shall I whistle?" he asks, grinning. "Let me get our drinks first. And I'll see if I can't scare one up." He slides out of the booth and ambles over to the bar.
*snorgles* Not with that outfit! *points to icon* You'd need intricately tooled suede. ;) *snorgles again* Shall I fetch Rincewind? *rubs hands with evil anticipation*