She doesn't expect to take anything of interest in what he has to say; nothing more than a polite but brief attention to his request preceding an inevitable declination and parting of ways. Then the words caress  her ears like a mother's silken fingertips: “[i]My power has cursed me to remain at combat... unable to appreciate the simplest of fine things life may offer[/i].”

Awe parts her lips and she's hanging on everry word to follow as his towering frame thunders toward her with each metallic step. She moves back to keep the distance at three meters then receives an introduction; a name or sobriquet, then...

...disappointment.

A game of company and flesh is his desire; to bed pursue whatever companionship which may or may not last beyond morning. The statements are almost dizzying and certainly not virgin to her hearing; her traveling beauty has attracted many suitors and the persistent ones are able to be such pests. However with daylight still far from gone there is plenty of time for the possibilities she's allowing her suddenly salacious mind to entertain; wondering just how long it's been since she was loved by a man even if it means nothing to either of them. So she smiles and delivers a name of her own with a deep bow. “I am Hisame of Japan.”

She rises, still smiling with eyes a-twinkle in fascination. “Tell me more of this curse and the [i]things[/i] you seek... preferably with wine, meat and a roof.”