That was interesting, Aeon thought to herself. His lack of ogling meant he was clearly interested in someone or something else - she never judged in that regard - but he was also uncomfortable at the same time. Until she'd come to Temba, she'd never seen so many people squirm at the sight of a little bare flesh.

"We can sit at a table if that's easier," she said knowingly, accepting the drink. "What is a clown?"