He grinned, and pointed to his face. "Ah, Rue Rue Rue. You think this just happens naturally?" He laughed. "I gotta tart myself up, get me mascara on, powder me nether regions." He drank the remainder of the beer and fetched another. "We got this place to start off with, I like the beer at least. But you fancy popping into town in a few days, see if we can find somewhere proper? No offence," he added to the barmaid in fluent Romanian. He'd only learned a few phrases before coming out, and since his particular brand of humour usually caused him to say<em>no offense</em>or some similar apology all through the day, he thought it'd be useful. All of the other phrases he'd learned were chat up lines, because he'd heard that everyone loved English blokes.<br/><br/>"You want to look out tonight, even if you steal our clothes it's going to be a victory for the lads. We've got something fun planned!"