Wen Kexing's voice isn't particularly loud, it doesn't really raise itself above the rabble, but he's heard somehow. A path is opened for them, and he slides through it, motioning Jacob behind him like he's a particularly well-trained pet.
"How are things? Penelope has been asking for you, are you leading my girls astray?"
He's greeted with enthusiasm, as though he is a frequent sight to behold. He isn't, but with men like this being affable and charitable usually works a lot better than to be threatening. Oh, he could absolutely take on the whole tavern if he so chose, but for now he's still wearing the skin of an eager businessman. And so pleasantries are exchanged, drinks offered. Wen Kexing demurs his with easy smiles, saying something about his foreign tastes. It's laughed at in the same way, big booming chuckles that imply the joke is Wen Kexing. He isn't bothered, instead he waves his fan loftily, asking about a few other names, men he's sent over to work the bars. men who frequent the brothels under his care, idle conversation. And then he puts the coin down for another round, leaning into their mark's space like a co-conspirator.
"I have someone I'd like to introduce you to. The useful sort, you know what I mean."
He taps his fan at the side of his nose and then motions to Jacob.
"He's done a fair few jobs for me lately. He's quick, follows direction, doesn't bring a mess back into the house."
Sorry Jacob
"Though if you want to test him out first I won't be offended."
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Wen Kexing's voice isn't particularly loud, it doesn't really raise itself above the rabble, but he's heard somehow. A path is opened for them, and he slides through it, motioning Jacob behind him like he's a particularly well-trained pet.
"How are things? Penelope has been asking for you, are you leading my girls astray?"
He's greeted with enthusiasm, as though he is a frequent sight to behold. He isn't, but with men like this being affable and charitable usually works a lot better than to be threatening. Oh, he could absolutely take on the whole tavern if he so chose, but for now he's still wearing the skin of an eager businessman. And so pleasantries are exchanged, drinks offered. Wen Kexing demurs his with easy smiles, saying something about his foreign tastes. It's laughed at in the same way, big booming chuckles that imply the joke is Wen Kexing. He isn't bothered, instead he waves his fan loftily, asking about a few other names, men he's sent over to work the bars. men who frequent the brothels under his care, idle conversation. And then he puts the coin down for another round, leaning into their mark's space like a co-conspirator.
"I have someone I'd like to introduce you to. The useful sort, you know what I mean."
He taps his fan at the side of his nose and then motions to Jacob.
"He's done a fair few jobs for me lately. He's quick, follows direction, doesn't bring a mess back into the house."
Sorry Jacob
"Though if you want to test him out first I won't be offended."