"Gods, you make me sound like a cat in heat." He wrinkles his nose and looks up to see... another tiefling. Not common, for him, and he's starting to wonder if this is just a house made up of people with unique lineage. He doesn't like being this far off balance. Not in his own clothes. Not in his own city. Soaked through and chilled.

None the less, he pushes away from the door and offers Mollymauk the same flourish of courtesy he'd given Fjord. If he wants to stay dry, he can get along.

"Revel Jackdaw, threatener of Fjord's balls. Though, I would like to point out that he threatened me with rapid decomposition first."