Cedar Sweep Everybody with your fists raised high,

"Well now. The lass has sass! Hardly expected it from someone like yourself. Looking like a queen and all."

Blair's attempted compliment wasn't the best he had, but the man tried. Lately, all of his jests had produced offended reactions from others, women included. Hadn't anyone realized that joke cracking to someone meant that Blair liked them? To each their own because really who was he to judge? Blair knew his personality wasn't liked or appreciated, but he could get a job done. Besides, it was more fun to push other's buttons anyway to see what they reacted to.

"Blair Muireadhach. But just call me Blair." said Blair. His surname sounded much like "Murdock" but with a thicker accent. Blair wouldn't often include his last name in introductions, but in this case it happened to slip out. 

"I imagine that you wouldn't be called Snow, Ivory, or Pearl, right? You don't seem the fragile type." Blair said with a smirk. He could be a bit of a flirt if he wanted to, but the mentioning of "border marking" told the ginger that it was likely a lady of higher rank. It was best not to get off on the wrong foot.