Staring wasn't a new thing, to be fair. Even if not for the utterly ostentatious flamboyancy that Mollymauk cultivated, a tiefling was not a common sight anywhere. But then the stranger seemed to shake out of the surprise and be offering directions.

A shy smile matched with a dazzling grin from Molly as his attention turned to him as he spoke. "Alex? I'll certainly have to pay him a visit then, see what he can make of this mess I've made of myself."

The commentary about bare chests earned a laugh from him, and an enthusiastic sort of nod. "Exactly! See you friend understand how things work clearly! I've seen an unfortunate thing in some incredibly beautiful looking people where they just hide under high collars and necklines and it's a veritable crime! But then I've always noticed bards tended to be more sensible about such things."

The instrument meant bard, right? Surely so!