Tyrion still had a dashing smile to his credit, even if the old man didn't look it any more. The golden blonde male inclined his head at her words. That was certainly a fact, his mere presence technically made her not alone. A small chuckle escaped him as she responded to his statement to her expression. A terrible day indeed for a pretty lady not to be able to bathe. "Winter most certainly is not kind to us in many way," he said with a nod of agreement.

But company tended to make the cold days more bearable. Tyrion could not deny the presence of his children helped with that to a degree, but only just so. They were not pleasurable company in a different respect. Even as he aged, he still liked that story of company. Sure, he probably could have sought Nerys or Butterfly out again, but that meant an increased level of attachment, that even at twenty years, he was not prepared for. The dwarf gave a small shrug at her mention of it being scandalous, but it wasn't so much a scandal if all parties consented.

It was a bit of a personal request she made, but Tyrion was happy to oblige. He certainly didn't mind aiding the lovely lady. For all her fretting over her appearance, the golden male certainly thought she looked pretty without all the extra fuss. Yet there was something to be said about maintaining one's appearance. "As you wish, my lady," he said as he padded closer to close the space between them. Lying down certainly would not be conducive, so Tyrion sat as she introduced herself. "Quite a pleasure, Lady Jakuta. I am Tyrion, Razorwhip of Spirane," he replied.

It was a bit of a mouthful when adding his title. Razorwhip certainly sounded far more impressive than head diplomat. Not that such a thing. And with that, he took his tongue to her ruff briefly. How out of the ordinary for him. He paused briefly to ask a question. "Do you always allow random wolves to help you, or just handsome old dwarves?" he said in mild jest before continuing to properly groom Jakuta's ruff.