Jimmie almost scowled but decided otherwise and smiled, businesslike; "Of course, sir. Right across the street there..."<br/>First time rejected by a golem. And apparently this golem did not who he was?! Preposterous! He was the<i>"Irish"</i>. Clearly put off by the acceptance that his underground fame was not as widespread as he had assumed, Jimmie turned back to the Scandinavian. "Right...Come with me here good sir, and I shall equip you accordingly to having the most exceedingly pleasant wellfare in our fair London Town."<br/><br/>He headed over to the shop, assuming the man remained in his trail.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>