"Ah, I am such a lucky fellow to be blessed by the appearance of a bewitching woman." These satyr talk so strangely in comparison to normal folk, but one can trace that back to their world and upbringing. It's a surprise that they even have manners at all!

"I will keep the offer in mind, dear lady." He lowers his head, then offers to guide Amelia around the festival ground slowly. First, he walks by the pottery and arts, intentionally going slow in case she wants to stop walking suddenly. "I appreciate your compliments. We are but wayward travelers who left our world in search of a better revel. The parties we throw are not always approved of by my people."