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Looking at the woman, he took in her appearance for the most part. Certainly unsure he had ever even met her before. Amused, a grin almost slipped onto his lips. He certainly was used to seeing these sorts. But still, he could barely remember having invited one to his reputable tea house. One like her was certainly more than welcome, but often lacked the desire to come inside. He waited for her to talk. Finnian was sure very certain that she was confusing him with someone.
Raising his eyebrows briefly then, he gave a nod when she talked of being a dancer "Okay. Well, Dancer. What do you need?" He asked, again, bringing his hands to hold behind his back, eyes baring down on her more harshly, he didn't imagine she had heard him the first time. He couldn't very well read her mind, either. Well, actually, maybe he could. He squint more, as if he were going to attempt to. For a moment he thought something was happening. But it was just a fluke. Huffing disappointed-ly at this he frowned a little bit.