Malcador smiled widely. Not just because the woman had come back after he was certain he'd not see her for some time, but also seeing Gunter caught red handed in a misogynistic joke made it all the sweeter. 

"Yes, do continue Gunter." Malcador crossed his arms, oozing smugness. He gently nudged the buxom blonde. "He's always [i]so[/i] funny, watch." 

Gunter was stricken, and then he gave an incredulous look at Malcador for this social betrayal. Malcador snickered quietly, and Gunter just threw his hands up. "You have never seen a girl like a Nulner girl. They say you can't make heads nor tails of them. Their head in the ground, their ass in the air-" 

"What they don't tell you is they're tits deep up their own ass." Malcador finished for him, and Gunter gave a frustrated groan as there was an accompanied by a chorus of laughs. There were a few Nulners at the Colleges, but most went to their own, lesser school located in the city state. Altdorf citizens and Nulners had an intense rivalry, but Gunter was not privvy to where the blonde came from, so he redirected the joke to be about Nulners. Malcador simply freestyled the punchline.

A few of the men in the grouping were Malcador's longtime drinking buddies, but others were from an assortment of other orders. Adelmo, a manicured, effete apprentice of the amethyst order that was more bluster than substance, indicated the newcomer. "I suspect this is a friend of yours, Mal?" 

Malcador did not recall they were close enough for Adelmo to use a nickname, but he decided to let it go. He glanced at the beauty, an open question on his face. "Yes, this is...-" 

For her part, she slipped her arms around his left. "Emmaline Von Morganstern, his... 'friend'" She said, coyly. 

"Ah, I see. You do get around, Mal." Adelmo snickered. 

"He does?" Emmaline asked innocently. 

"I take some small offense to that," Malcador remarked, but there was a light heartedness in the air after he had dismantled Gunter's ruin of a joke, and soon they were trading. Emmaline did not leave his side, and Malcador was not about to be pulled apart. Eventually the group disippated into smaller clumps, and both of the attractive apprentices glided away. Emmaline giggled. "The look on your face when I showed up again was priceless," she admitted. 

"Well, I certainly didn't expect you to come back," he said with a guilty smile.