Hideaway Strath Rad dudeski.

She relented — looking a bit stunned at first, which Dingo took as a compliment towards his own skills as a charmer and a wordsmith. Her question made him smirk. I'll show you, he replied instead of giving away the answer. It wasn't important. But then she asked for his name and he paused in his stride to bow with a little flourish: I'm Dingo, m'lady, what may I call you?

The woman was motioning for him to continue so he hastened to lead the way, prancing along without meaning to; he was a petite creature for a man, which was probably one of the reasons he tried so hard to over-compensate. Hopefully she liked watching him as much as he liked watching all the ladies he'd stalked. It wouldn't be long before he'd backtracked to the weir, or at least a small pond in the vicinity, and once there they could try to fish.