Poor guy, with Momohime being such a cold bitch, he heads up to his room to sulk. Not being gone long he storms back down, blushing so hard his head looked like a candied apple on that stick like body. He whisper something to Luacian. Luacian facepalmed before asking a favor of the two brutes at the bar. "Would either of the two of you be willing to assist in the carrying of a no good lazy whore?"