Chaucer bowed, grinning. God, he loved a good audience. Then, with a bound, he bounced off the table, stage, and deposited himself neatly near Castiel. The man's seeming confusion had caught his eye, intriguing and amusing him at the same time. Someone interesting to talk to, there.

"M'lord," he said by way of introduction and self-invitation, jiggling the dice in his palm to dispel excess energy, "was the tale not to taste?"