Saerin's comment cut through the air like a chill wind. Nodrick grinned at Belgrax's gruff choice of words, but thought better of it and composed himself. He quickly looked her up and down, and decided her apparel and demeanor meant she was a mercenary of sorts. A mage perhaps, judging by the apparent lack of muscle. He had dealt with the sort before. People his father hired to 'solve issues'. Mercenaries were usually a good lot, eager to drink and gamble, and more often than not very keen on playing a joke or two. Did this one consider herself a cut above the rest, perhaps? Only one way to find out.

"Ah, milady," he said making a half bow at the waist. "Pleae forgive the uncouthness of my entourage. You must have a keen eye and be a veritable treasure trove of knowledge about creatures to so easily determine the sex of no less than an ogre. Unless.."

Nodrick made a display of looking Saerin carefully up and down, taking in every detail, and ending it with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.
"Unless you are the ogre's [b]sister[/b]! But of course, do beg my pardon, dear ogress. You seemed so much... taller last night."