For a second.
Then, she couldn't help it and the laughter chased off the Madame's personae from her face.
"I still need work with some of the tips and tricks, but I think I have some of the bases covered." she snorted into her cup.
"This one?" Jan inclined her head slightly at Foxglove without turning her head or gaze at the ignorant nobling. "Perhaps, Miss Olyssia or the Madame herself could handle his class of service. We don't really have anyone that holds a candle to an elf's exotic charm, but our top lady and Madame have their own elegance. I'll put some words in his ears, and you can put some more if he gets frisky later in the evening. The usual commission, right?" Jan hinted at the arrangement in place with the Rusty Dragon's proprietor/bartender/exotic eye-candy and returned to her meal.
Jan chuckled as Aegon, Veritas, and Tom talked about extra arms.
"You may have six arms, but you still have got just the one mouth to drink with, Mister. And I believe Mister Tom has got it right, a sweetheart with six arms to bring along for shopping is great, but a sleaze with six arms is three times the hassle, especially if it is an amateur who thought he has got better skills than what he actually has." Yet for all her smiles and teasing words, she took note of the explanations the half-elf conjurer ascetic, as he called himself, about his strange conjuring powers.
'Keepers of the Cycle...' She wondered if a branch of these ascetics had wandered their way into Cheliax, and if they had roots from the Dragon lands. She'll just have to dig out the information, from the half-elf, or from elsewhere, since her initial reaction from seeing the abominable conjuration had rattled her enough to make her slip her mask, causing the half-elf to notice her distaste.
"Anyway, Mister Tom, thanks for these." She wiggled the coin pouch heavy with gold pieces. "Also, you didn't come over to the Kitten last night! Didn't I tell you I'll pay for one of the girls to service you, or if you don't like to go the cathouse for your pleasure, Coleen can just give you a nice massage for relaxation. Really, try it out first!"
Jan could see the hint of irritation brewing in on Gozzik's mind from Foxglove's callous words. She gave the halfling sitting next to her a pat on his tiny shoulder and a smile. Unspoken was the advice to just let the words pass by.
They could, technically, haul the man behind the inn and teach him a lesson on social manners with their fists, but the sheriff frowned on such acts, especially if the victim came looking for him. A noble like that, he would need a lot of beatings to keep his mouth shut, and then the Sheriff could probably see the damage himself. Too much hassle.
A social engineering project to teach the man about how to disconnect the realities and niceties, and also teach him some tact and polite manners, well, that would also be too much of a hassle.
Better just take his coins and leave the noble to be noble.
"Hey, Ameiko, a set of both fresh fruits and your best fruit preserves for Mister Redknife here! As a fellow traveler, Mister Redknife, I am sure you know the nutritional value of fruits and preserves." Not to mention the economic value, but that was unsaid.