As Yaj walked through the city with his entourage one of his guests, the heroine looking girl with the tits, came up to him and introduced herself. Also she wanted Yaj to stop referring to her tits. Her pout was cute and it actually made Yaj want to poke more fun at her. In his drunken state it was a serious consideration to do so. However Yaj was also a somewhat honorable sort, and she did, despite everything he's said to her, respect him enough not to attack him and even accepted his offer. The least he could do is respect this menial request. 

[color=00a651]"Roit than. Sorry about dat, Lady Jasmyn. All in good jest of course. Lovely ladies like yerself ought to know just how lovely ye be. Dis adventuring life can be hard, full of difficulties an tragedies, sum people ferget demselves. Hurts da ladies real hard me finks, cuz such fine women come back fer many ventures broken body, mind, an spirit. Believe dat dere ain't nothing good 'bout dem no more or dat wat deyz doin' ain't got no meanin. Well, bollocks to dat I say! I'd take a hard workin' adventurer over a fancy tart with her pa's money! Real women earn dere keep, namean?"[/color]

Somewhere in that stumbling ramble was a compliment. For all his lechery and drunken shenanigans, Yaj did have some sense of honor. And it usually held out against the tide of poison and stupidity he usually tries to drown himself with. All the while he started to... [url=http://68.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md1pbiQiSc1qzt9gno1_500.gif]Walk funny[/url]. Like he was trying to dance? Probably for self defense. Truly the teachings of the monks were a mysterious art to the outside observer. 

[@Ryougu]