>>>"Um, excuse me, sir; but I come from another land and I have a traveled a great distance to deliver a proposition for you, should you hear me out," Jim smiled, confidently believing that the man would listen to him.

Thomas paused, having very nearly been caught pick pocketing the noble and throwing the purse out of the window. For a moment, as he turned and took in the strange uniform, he assumed the worst. He has been seen and not there would be hell to pay. He could play it off as a sort of prank, possibly. When the man launched into a speech about a proposition, he relaxed. It was obvious that this man was an emissary from another court, who had heard of the famous Queen's Dwarf. He was probably here to offer him a position or some such thing. It wouldn't happen though. He had quite a good position at court, as it was, and he did not wish to cross the queen. She was not know for her forgiving nature.

He reached up and took the man's arm. "Well then come with me my good man, and we can discuss it over my morning porridge. I don't mind listening to this proposition of your's, but I can't do it on an empty stomach." He lead his down to the kitchen, and secured a bowl of porridge from one of the portly cooks. The man stared down at him as if he was worthless, as he usually did. Thomas did not like that particular cook much, and decided then and there that a prank was in order. He had to be careful though, because of the big black cat which patrolled the kitchen looking for mice. In is present form, the cat posed little danger to him, but if he sneaked in using his real form, things would be different. This particular prank would take some thought.

Leading the military officer over to a table he sat down with his porridge, clambering up onto the high bench with some difficulty, and then set about to eating. Between bites he pointed at the man with his wooden spoon. "Alright then, speak your mind sir."