Stay for a drink with the Dwarf

In a few minutes you find your self sitting that a table with the very cheery dwarf, clearly enjoying having company in the first time in who knows how long. Being in close proximity, you're able to take in his distinct smell, one of earthen toil. Undoubtable a by-product of his hard work in what you assume is carving out a tunnel further into the earth. Another thing you notice, is the "effect" the smell has on you. Namely one of heightened arousal.

"So, boy, what brings you to the dungeon? Wealth? Glory? Perhaps just a bit of a thrill?" He askes, cutting off your unsavory train of thought. This question is a little iffy, you're not particularly sure if you're ready to explain your wacky and esoteric reason for being in a random ass cave. So, the easiest way to answer was to give a noncommittal answer.

"Ah, I'm just enjoying my youth, you know? Why not produce some memories to enjoy in my twilight years, right?" The gruff miner chuffs a bit at your response, grinning a little at what you could guess is probably an unorthodox answer. It brings to mind the question of whether getting a visitor is an infrequent occurrence and he has simply been here long enough to get used to it, or if it is a frequent phenomenon in his life.

"I don't think I've heard that one before, youngin'. Most are here to plunder the depths of the dungeon." He scoots up from his seat and turns to face his work area. "Can I offer you something to drink? Tea, or ale?"