Braedug sat down and waited. And waited. He then got up and started pacing. Then he tapped his foot some, just to see if that would alleviate the boredom. Then, a young, attractive, human woman, in a particularly expensive looking outfit walked by. Braedug smirked. If he had to wait, maybe he could wait in good company.

"Excuse me," he called out to the woman, "I hate to bother someone as pretty as you, but I couldn't help but notice that you're alone. Would you care to join me for a drink?"

Like father, like son.