Lanton Saint Pierre's scent reaches you before he does.  A mix of magic, the sea, and sandlewood fill your senses and even leave you heady if you focus on it for too long.  (Will save of 12 to resist the mild aphrodesiac.)

"The Fox's" grin will reach you next, a bit mischevious, a bit playful.  He moves with a dancer's strength and the surity that captaining a Spelljammer absolutely requires.  Tight, corded muscle, barely concealed by the fine silks covering his broad chest and arms.  His every step deliberate, every gesture inclined to produce maximum effect for minimal effort.  Lessons learned from his father no doubt, who was a famous merchant in Waterdeep and has clearly passed that vast wealth along to his son.

A gentle laugh or a probing question might greet you next.  "The Fox's" skill with diplomacy no doubt inheirited from his mother, a politician of some renown from the City of Splendors.  His every smile and gesture dripping with sincerety and distinct interest in you and your story.

His own reputation as a Spelljammer is mostly unknown.  Though he will gladly fill your ear with stories of his own adventures and the exploits of his crew.  Mostly himself though.

All these things in combination, so intoxicating, so handsome, and so distracting.  You'd be forgiven if you missed that he looks at absolutely everything with a predator's gaze.