"You can help first by getting me a whiskey," Rygel said, though despite the words, his tone was fairly warm (for him at least). Despite the fact that Rygel wasn't exactly a warm personality, he did have an extreme amount of respect and admiration for the woman (who in his mind was still a glorious Leviathan) that stood in front of him. He sighed and rubbed his brow as she wrapped napkins. It still irked him that a noble ship such as herself was serving in a common bar, but she seemed to enjoy the work, and it did make her fairly easy to find when he needed her, and as much as it pained him to think so, now was certainly one of those times.
"I must be honest, I have a few questions that are of a somewhat more delicate nature. I've broached the subject before, but my experience tells me I must be missing something." He paused, waiting for Moya to pass over the drink that would make this whole thing significantly easier. "Thank you," he said, and took a long sip before continuing.
"I need some help when it comes to talking to human females, and you know more about them than anyone I know."