Atticus was startled by the vocabulary used by the girl that was half his age. He was also somewhat insulted that she had called him an asswipe, but kept quiet about it as he simply directed a glare at her. Orin simply raised an eyebrow at her colorful vocabulary, and quickly glanced at the man who she called a pedophile. He looked back at her and raised his brow one again. While he was keeping an open mind about the girl, he was wondering if she had the skills to back up what she was saying. He didn't talk about it, though, as he was sure that she would insult him as well if he were to speak bad about her. He was about to say something before the dancer who had been entertaining the tavern came over to their table. He kept his cool around her. He had seen and plenty of beautiful women in his day, and he was much too old to be of any use to her intimately.

Atticus was also rather calm around the provocative dancer, but he had hardly seen women that had the same level of beauty that she had. He was further insulted when she doubted his skills as a conjurer, and wanted to stand up right there and summon the most fearsome flame-based familiar that he had at his disposal. He knew better, though, and simply cast a soft glare at her, trying to keep his glare up so that she wouldn't be able to see that he was mostly entranced by her body.

Orin kepy his eyes locked onto Assalya's, his body not even attempting to look down at her mostly revealed body. He had gotten past that several years ago, and when he did look at a woman's body, that was because he wanted to, as a way to keep up an act of an old man. "When we clear through the dungeon, I can assure you that there will be great treasures. It is one of the oldest dungeons in Sunia, and belonged to the first line of Elven rulers. No doubt there will be more treasures than what we can take on one trip, and even with a large group we could be set for the rest of our lives."