Lunch for a story? That was a no-brainer.

"I think I shall take you up on that offer. Have you perhaps a preference of story or song? I know quite a few."

Thom took the offered seat wincing as his knee injury complained. It was an ever present reminder that the world was dangerous. They didn't look like a bad sort (he wouldn't have approached them to begin with if they had), but they something of a conundrum. Near as he could tell, the girl didn't sensor herself and her mood changed with the wind. Not all that uncommon in were creatures... Presuming that was what she was. There were one or two other options that he would rather not consider.

The man seemed laid back, but Thom was almost positive that there was more to it than that. Traveling with a were and all. Thom would observe the boy a bit more before he came to a solid decision.

A smile crept onto his face as he wondered what they thought of [i]him[/i]. An extravagant fool perhaps? Maybe. It was true that he was only human, but he was none the less dangerous for it.

His knee complained as he bent it again.
Well... Perhaps he was a little less dangerous for being human. And old. Alas, his back flip days were behind him.