Jacob tries to focus. He really does. But the exchange of pleasantries has always bored him half to death. And while he is sure that Wen Kexing does a wonderful job of introducing them, his attention wanders elsewhere.

There's heavy-set men all over the place, drinking and talking in low voices, some of them eying Wen Kexing and grinning. Jacob doesn't like that one bit, narrowing his eyes and shifting his weight, ready to step in the way if necessary. Wex Kexing said the men he recommended to this place were handsy, and he's sure that the rest of this gang are too.

And then his name is being said and he snaps back to attention, and steps forward with the little package he'd been given to present, a little something to sweeten the deal.

"I can do anything you need. Threatening, beatings, disappearing people. Just give me the name and I'll see to it."