just take your time wherever you go
Saiden’s grin gained a bit of an edge, veering into the territory of a leer. ”Well that all depends, mate.” The words came out slightly tauntingly. He began to walk in a slow circle around Oliver, the cook appraising the other man without bothering to hide what he was doing.
"Depends on what you're willing to offer, that is." The slow stalk continued, and his hand still rested on his cutlass. "Do you have anything of value?" It was a loaded question, and he made no attempt to hide that. "If not, now worries. You're a pretty boy. I imagine you'd be quite popular in the brothels, and some of the patrons can be quite generous." Saiden's voice dripped with amusement. "Only some of them. The rest, well..." He let his words trail off with a chuckle.
"Depends on what you're willing to offer, that is." The slow stalk continued, and his hand still rested on his cutlass. "Do you have anything of value?" It was a loaded question, and he made no attempt to hide that. "If not, now worries. You're a pretty boy. I imagine you'd be quite popular in the brothels, and some of the patrons can be quite generous." Saiden's voice dripped with amusement. "Only some of them. The rest, well..." He let his words trail off with a chuckle.
