[ It doesn't take much consideration at all before he nods his agreement. He'd be a fool to turn down a drink, especially with fine looking company. ]

Yes! All right, let me just...

[ There's a vague wave of dismissal at any of the few people still lingering, while he moves to collect his lute case and whatever cash had been thrown in the general area. ]

Decades, huh? Gods, for me it's centuries. When I was dragged from my world, it was 1262. Although I'm not exactly sure years even work the same here as they did in my world. [ Lute packed away and money collected, he moves back towards her, ready to go. ]