Hiding a smile and a giggle behind his hand as Jiang mewed, Les felt both strange and infatuated by the man's inhuman qualities, intrigued by his mannerisms and anatomy. Altogether it made him even more adorable, paired with his stuttering and hesitstion and uncertainty. Even though this man was a warrior, an arm of some separate state that he knew so little about but was clearly of mass importance, Les found himself wanting to coddle him, protect him from the cruelty of a world that called him boring and smashed his confidence. Uncrossing his legs, he leaned forward and gave Jiang a soft pat on the knee, reassurance that he could take his time.<br/><br/>When he finally managed to get his words out, explaining all the languages he knew, Les nodded intently, visibly impressed. "Wow, such a multitalented man," he commented. "I would love to see so many places, sink my teeth all of it. I bet you've made beautiful art everywhere you've gone, huh? Maybe you should make a book of your travels. Drawings and notes or something." He grinned and shrugged, and as Jiang fidgeted, flustered, he took the time to sip at his own coffee, the mug growing lukewarm between his fingertips, nearly empty. With a graceful sway he stood and paced over to pour himself more, dosing it with sugar.<br/><br/>Les stirred as Jiang stammered, his spoon rotating in slow swirls as he leaned into a hand, his fascination and infatuation growing. He had worked with plenty of clients who just wanted to eat and chat and the like, but there had been none like the felid before him, nervous and fidgety like this was their first date. While Les allowed himself his opinions of clients, rarely did they influence his work-- this time, however, he found that the man's growing endearing personality made him want to squeeze and care and hold. It was a strange sensation, acknowledging the man's social ineptitude was actively making Les like him more. Perhaps it was just that he was so obviously more tha  just a piece of meat to him. Yeah, that had to be it.<br/><br/>"Yeah, they tell me that all the bigwigs are gonna be pulling their hair out at this one. I don't pretend to know or care, but if it means I get to stay at a fancy place and drink for free I'm<i>so </i>down," he nodded excitedly before taking the cup between his hands and sipping it, nodding with satisfaction after he had let the nutty sweetness roll along his tongue. He made his way back to his seat, folding his legs underneath him and leaning into an arm. "I mean, yeah, the work is great too, but it'll be like an in town vacation! I guess it's cool if me hanging out isn't the norm or whatever." Focusing his gaze back to Jiang, he shrugged.<br/><br/>Les shook his head and waved a dismissive hand when Jiang asked his question, a light scoff escaping his throat. "No, no, you're fine. I grew up around here. In the city," he confirmed, rolling the mug in his fingers, feeling the difference between his nerveless prosthetic and his warm hand. Flitting his eyes down, he stared at the pool of mocha brown, watched the surface tremor at his slight adjustments. "My parents are both immigrants. Came here young. Old man's greek, mom was Colombian, their families didn't know english to start. So I learned all three. Still speak Greek on the reg with Papa. Spanish and English are a pretty day-to-day jam, though. Nothing special."<br/><br/>With a tap on his mug, Les found his vision glazing over and refocused, lifting his chin to look back at Jiang. "But it's whatever. So do you, like, do anything fun when you're on.... what is it called? Service? Uh, station?" He tapped his chin thoughtfully before waving it off, shaking his head. "I bet you get into all sorts of trouble traveling around like that. I know I would," he continued with a smirk, leaning toward him, giving him another tap on the knee.