Jerod shrugged at the suggestion by Jacob. They were heading that way anyways, might as well keep the group going and getting larger. So it was also letting him make fun of the lad, so what? He smirked, continuing to give the champion good natured proddings and pokings, figuratively speaking of course. He was waiting for the boot to drop and the lad to explode on him, which would be hilarious. All the more reason to keep prodding then. "Ach, I see yer game laddie. Ye intend to form tha' harem o' yers and flaunt ye self to all th' bluebloods, aye?"

Laughing, he noted that the angry archer was inquiring for his name. She did give hers first, so he humored the lass with at least being polite. So he left his arms crossed, leaning against the wall and responding in a pleasant, neutral tone of voice. "Fairly met lass, ye can call me Jerod. Most folks do, tha' I've noticed a' least. I reckon we stall enough, the laddie champion will git his harem, all th' lassies swarm him it seems! Perhaps ye should listen to yer mentor fellow, eh lad?"

Jerod grinned, clearly enjoying every moment he had to give the younger boy trouble and taunting, unable to help himself most of the time it seemed. It was too much fun, really, especially how he reacted to females in general. All demure and shy, it was amusing to the mercenary. And he kept pursuing the amusement until it became too costly. Then it was time for subtlety.