Moka was taken aback by the advance of the little chicka...
"Whoa little lady!" Moka exclaims as he reaches for her hand. "If you want to pat my head, not that one" he retorts with a gleam in his eye. He looks at the little Rogue messenger and instructs him to go grab the hostess a whole pallet. "For you my dear, you can have a whole pallet. A personal gift from me"
He looks at Robert again, hoping to get his reply.