The shifter waves his hand impatiently. "Yes, yes, I'm 'eezer Goode, pleased to meetcha and all that. Now, what can we do for you?"
He glances in the direction she had been looking, his eyes settling on the woman on the dais again. "Or, I wonder..." he says drifting off thoughtfully. "Maybe it's about what you can do for us?"
He holds out his hand again, more direct this time. "Ebeneezer Goode," he says as he takes her out-stretched hand and shakes it vigorously, smiling in what he hopes is a friendly look, his sharp canines poking through his lips. "I said that already, didn't I?" He chuckles to himself. "Yes, pleased to meet you. I say, perhaps I underestimated you a bit; you certainly don't look like an adventurer of much experience."
He still is smiling, but the implicit question in his words as to her capabilities hangs in the air almost like a tangible thing.