<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - By the Dirty Secret.<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>Lucas' lips thinned into a thin line at the firm and straight-forward response, clearing his throat quietly. Usually he would have simply returned the coin to the, judging by the questionable look of the ship, pirate and hastily excused himself but there was a definite atmosphere around the stranger that made him pause. He didn't think the man would appreciate being jerked around (no pun intended) and he'd seen first-hand how well he used that whip, meaning if he tried to run with the coin he would likely be caught. Damn his greediness. Damn his inability to say no. It was his own fault, so he would simply get himself out of the mess; serve the customer then get out of there. Simple.<br/><br/>Had the whore any intention of leaving, he was rather suddenly and effectively pinned by Christoph's stare and the darkened tone that accompanied it. Lucas cleared his throat loudly and frowned, still managing to be insulted as the man looked around as if searching for another whore. "I never said I had a problem. Might have just been curious..." He said quickly, stepping forward  briskly to place himself firmly on the same level as his client, fingers running over the coin in his coin pouch. "Besides; you paid me before the service... I'm not going to leave you hanging."<br/><br/>Some whores worked deviously like that, but Lucas preferred a certain amount of honesty to his work. Everyone knew what he did just by looking at his tight clothing and his mere stance; what was the point in beating around about it? "I'll be worth any trouble I happen to cause, don't worry. Whatever the word of a whore's worth, you've got it." The boy chuckled to himself and ran a hand through his golden hair, rather oblivious to the formed plan in his client's mind.<br/><br/>"You still want me, right?" It was best to check after the small hiccup, and the boy chanced leaning sideways (having to go on his tiptoes slightly) to ever so gently flick his tongue over the man's cheek.