"I would suggest that it is very rude to spill others secrets as if they were yours to give," responds lord Jarot, "especially when they may be noblity."
"True, however, if secrets can gains us insight or combat advantage over our future foes, so be it." Lo-Kag walks over to the remaining pancake batter and carefully spreads it over his sword. The talking back to Lord Jarod. "If this stuff knocked you out in seconds, maybe it can do the same to our foes when my blade strikes true."
He then walks over to Alexia. "Of course, your lute playing (Lo-Kag sighs deeply)...I have no doubt... could easily accomplish the same thing." Lo-Kag begins to thump the hilt of his sword next to the bard...thump..thump.thump thumpthump...on the last thump, some of the batter of the pancakes flies off and lands on the bard's leg. Lo-Kag smiles "Sorry lass." He yawns. "Your lute playing makes me tired. I think I'll sleep for the rest of this sift." The dragonborn heads back to his place by the fireplace and falls back asleep.