"Come sit by me, young man. And tell me all about your quests," the woman, who was old enough to be Jean's grandmother, was practically salivating at the sight of him in the tight-fitting uniform that the tea house made him wear.
He was in something a civilian would wear. A black vest, a white shirt underneath. With dress pants and black, shiny, shoes. He felt a hand reach out for his behind and expertly side-stepped it.
"Would you also like for me to tell you about my boyfriends, Madam? All four of them?"
The woman blinked, and her hand went back to her side.
"Aw, you adventurers are so naughty," while Jean's line could deter some cougars, it couldn't deter them all. "Come, sit by me and tell me all about your love life."