What he wanted to say was 'because some desert harlot cursed me,' but he knew he woudln't be able to. She no doubt included that particular curse just to prevent him from speaking out about her horrible little tricks. Instead, he had to give the best explanation he could, given the circumstances...and his pride.
"Because I can't. No one inside has seen fit to invite me yet," he explained, sounding very much like a child denied a much-coveted toy. And like such a child, his situation was also the result of improper behavior. And it was probably going to get worse before it got any better, especially now...
"You can come with me, if you've no place to stay. You seem down on your luck."
"I have a place to stay, my business in town is purely that, and I'll have you know my luck has never been better!" Aziz responded, perhaps more defensively than necessary. He rounded on his heel to properly inform this mystery woman of just how amazing his luck really was (by lying through his teeth, naturally), when he got himself into an even bigger mess. The funny thing about being cursed to only say respectful things about people was that it also forced him to do so anytime he attempted to say something disrespectful. Which he certainly tried to.
"Heavens above, what-"
As if by magic, which made perfect sense given it was the curse to blame, his tone shifted from one of plain shock to a more amicable one. The surprised expression on his face, however, did not change much. It only softened to the point that he could sound at least halfway convincing while being forced to say something against his will.
"-a beautiful pair of eyes you have."
That is not what I wanted to say! Qismah, may you meet a horrible end! He at least had the presence of mind to quickly look away, however. For two reasons. First, while he had to admit he could have found the girl appealing to look at, that would only be if there was some way to get rid of the more...lizard-like additions to an otherwise normal looking figure, and honestly he felt more than prepared to admit that they completely ruined the appeal. He would have even done so, if he could; it wasn't any particular amount of tact or courtesy stopping him, but the damned curse. Second, he was well accustomed to what happened if he stared at a woman's body too long without her permission, and it was either looking away or looking this weird dragon-girl in the face...and the pointy, scaly ears were somewhat off-putting.
"Ignore what I've just said, I assure you there are extenuating circumstances to blame," he explained, clearly annoyed. At least he knew he could explain away such comments, though he had a feeling trying to revoke them outright would lead to further complications of some kind. "Just go inside and invite me through already,"[/b] he demanded, waving one hand dismissively before going back to his annoyed sulking.
