a waiter arrives at the table with a pitcher of drinks. "Compliments of the managment sir." The servant says as he places the pitcher in front of Rodrick. "Well thank you very much young man." Roderick replies.

Just then through the doorway comes a troop of travelling entertainers. At the wave of the leaders hand the musicians strike up a catchy tune and people begin to dance around them.
"Things are beginning to heat up in here quite a bit my lady." Roderick remarks. "Would you like to move to one of the private side alcoves to dine, or do you wish to continue where we are?"

Roderick personally prefered to have less noise in which to dine, but years of service in the Imperial Legions had tempered him to endure much worse than a bit of merriment going on in close proximity to his table. He would leave it to the liking of his dinner guest.

The waiter decided to stand by at Rodericks elbow to await the lady's reply. If she wanted to move he could reseat them immeadiatly.