Les offered a thanks as he took the mug, doctoring it carefully, stirring it with a hypnotic whirl. He took a sip and let it coat his tongue before deciding it was satisfactory. With finality, he took the mug between both hands and took a long sip, letting out a satisfied him before resting it in his metal grip.<br/><br/>"You're as gracious as you are handsome," Les complimented as he reached for the toast, holding one corner carefully between two fingers. He would hsve gone for the butter in more casual circumstances, but it was always a mess, and if he were to dirty up his prosthetic he would have to eat up precious time cleaning it. With a satisfying crunch he look a bite, peering at Jiang over the golden brown, then swallowed it down woth coffee. When the felid sat, he sat as well, still leaning forward  with a relaxed candor.<br/><br/>Jiang was clearly a bundle of nerves, all fumbling words and red cheeks, and Les couldn't help but offer a soft suggestion, "Relax." He finished his toast as his client stuttered and trailed, taking in his twitching ears and fidgeting. He had to resist the temptation to stand up and rub his shoulders, press his knuckles into the musculature he knew was hiding under that uniform, and instead gave him a trailing pat on the leg, letting his fingertips rest on his knee.<br/><br/>"Oh, baby," he sighed with a generous smile, "don't wind yourself up getting stuck on what you think is supposed to happen. Just do what feels good, and if that's just chatting, we'll chat." Les finally pulled back his hand, leaning into his seat. He crossed his legs, letting them fold together at the knee. "Don't be nervous. I'm here for your needs, and if you prefer to unwind with your clothes on, I'm here for that." His voice was low, confidential, as though they were sharing secrets. He didn't admit that he liked these kinds of appointments, enjoyed watching beautiful men and women ramble and fidget under his gaze. The sense of power was generally equal to that of undressing someone.<br/><br/>At the mention of another client, he didn't flinch, although his voice raised an octave. "Oh, Ryo! He is a pleasure. So that's how you got my contact? What a gem," he exclaimed with a tap on his thigh, as if he had just pieced the puzzle together. His contracts didn't allow him to speak about his meetings with clients, but he was fine to make mention in passing.<br/><br/>His grin sizzled back down to flirtatious lift, his expression light, almost dainty. He took another sip before speaking again with a wave of his hand. "So, what's on your mind? You look like you're stuck at work even in your free time. Let's loosen up! Tell me what's going on!" His lack of familiarity with politics granted him little knowledge in the way of social norms among the felid's people, and he remembered this with a hesitant pause. "If I come off like a dick, by the way, just tell me what's what. I'm just a guy trying to make a living out here," he added lightly with a titter, waving his hand dismissively in front of his own face. He took another sip, then carefully licked his bottom lip clean.