A hearty laugh shook him at her choice of word when she described him. "Yes, I took a leaf from the wilder side of my family," Orrin returned Qiana's wink with one of his own. "Your pronunciation is very good." he assured her, offering her another smile. "I appreciate that, so yes, you should dance." He glanced at the little centaur (who was now trotting around Troy and Will now).
He feared Tress' work with his daughter's hair would go to waste, but he was glad she'd done it. "She adores you, you know." he commented. Of course, he adored the Midgardian as well. He glanced down at her, trying to read her face for any sign of what she might be thinking. "Usually the children go to bed right after dusk. Darkness can turn even the most civilized into beasts." The last word was followed with mischievous smile. "You will be joining in the revelry, then?"