Ah-hah, he thought Tyrion was from Orzammar. Clearly the man had only interacted with female dwarves before, if he didn't see the difference between Tyrion and a regular dwarf male. So he put on an alarmed expression, lifting up his hands, "Ladies, ladies ...let's not make the Carta angry. By the Stone, that's all we need."

He moved closer to the bars himself, "Now serah, I'm sure we can make some sort of equitable arrangement. We want information - you don't want to be set on fire multiple times and find yourself a eunuch instead of a man. But I'm sure you don't want the Venatori to think you betrayed them, yes? Well, you're in luck. I'm a member of the merchant side of House Cadash, and I just happen to be in the business of ... alchemic solutions, if you get my drift? I made a rather decent trade not so long ago - a truth potion made by the Avaar themselves. I was going to use it on my cheating whore of a wife ... "

A delicate shrug, and then sharp smile, "You see, we 'force' you to take it, you tell us what we want to know, and no one needs to be cauterized. What do you say?"

He hoped the ladies caught onto the ruse, otherwise he was going to have to talk even faster.