Driscoll brought forth his trained smile, more a smirk than anything else and greeted both men and women of the court with a slight bow. Rarely did he actually make eye contact. Too long had he been slapped by some of the higher up clients for that. When he could feel eyes on him, he would find that one and look, if just for a second. It was enough and he was often greet himself rather warmly and also received a few tips.<br/><br/>He was going to give the courtesan across from him a challenge. He wasn't going to let her walk out of this a victor over him. She might have the hips and the breasts, but he had the sly smile, the tall figure and the blend of both masculine finesse as well as a slight feminine curve due to his lack of muscular build in his stomach region. If all else, he was sure he was just generally more visually attractive than her, but of course, she seemed warmer in personality. More willing to serve and thus more approachable. He might lose in that aspect alone. He could change that though, once he could away from the damnable entrance and truly get to work.