A bad liar

"Allow myself to introduce... myself. I am Jacques Du Fibbar," the man says as he takes Jorella's gloved hand and kisses it.

The country-bumpkin-turned-naïve-merchant nearly swoons at this meaningless gesture, failing to notice his greedy gaze.

"Please, join me... for dinner," says the suddenly bashful Jorella.

Jacques eyes the size of her coin purse and smiles. "Oh no, I could never impose upon such a beautiful woman with such a rich... spirit."

Jorella's toes curl as her heart beats ever faster.

HE THINKS I'M BEAUTIFUL!

"OH NO, I INSIST!" The over-eager merchant girl says, grabbing his arm. She blushes when she realizes how loud she was just now.

Jacques holds back a groan of pain. Jorella is surprisingly strong for a girl who hasn't had to lug a pail or pull a plow in years.

"Very well," Jacques says as he winces and tries to extricate himself from the merchant's **** grip.

He snaps his fingers and the put upon barmaid returns. She looks surprised to see him, but a quick wink from him and she's smiling back.

"What'll it be?" She asks, suddenly sounding much friendlier.

Jacques smiles back before listing off a litany of exotic-sounding nonsense, which clearly impresses Jorella.

He's soooo cultured!

"On second thought, just bring me your finest food stuffed with your second finest," he says. "And a second bottle of wine."

"Excellent choice sir! Lobsters stuffed with tacos it is," the blonde woman says before walking away with a little more sway in her hip than before.

"Now then," Jacques says as her turns back to Jorella. "Tell me more about yourself..."