( He’d been here on business, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t sidle up to Jacob on his way out, leaning into his space where the other man appears to be drinking. )

Master Frye! Ah, and here I was worried you’d found your way of escape and hadn’t told me.

( He motions to one of the establishment’s servers with another smile, settling into a chair beside the other man. ) Wine? I can guarantee it's better than the last place, or do your tastes run to opium? It’s the highest quality here.

( Or so he’s told, he doesn’t partake in that particular vice. )