Quite so. While I am not worried about my lovers, I do worry about those who cannot protect themselves from that woman... She is quite strong, I must admit. Almost as strong as me.

[This is the first time he's actually spoken about his bloodline outside from his family, and his wife and husband. However, again, there was something about him that was comforting and he wasn't sure how to put it. Kind of like an uncle, or something like that. A protective one at that, which. In quite honesty, he didn't mind -- it reminded him of his own family back home, and he welcomes it.

He follows behind Mlynar with ease, and he takes a step forward as he glances around the inn. The people around him making him just a bit nervous again, but with Mlynar here, it makes it a bit easier to calm down. That, and the smell of food drawing him in. Stomach growling almost immediately, as a hand rests upon his stomach a bit sheepishly.]

Ah, you do not have to worry about that with me. I assure you, please drink at your own pace. We are in no hurry, and I could use the rest, I suppose.

[One of the nearby servers easily sees the two strangers, and they immediately go to greet the two. Not hesitating to bring them to a table -- albeit a bit crowded -- and seat them with a menu that they could look at.]

Please, sit.