The boy really did strike him as.. as what, really? He got flashbacks of Singapore for some reason. Ah! Yes.. He reminded him of the prostitutes there. Not even in the worst of ways, really. The whores of Singapore were not all bad, worn out, high on opium. Not all of the them.<br/><br/>A grin formed when Cherry described what had happened. It took quite some effort to not burst out in laughter, but some or the other guard would come poke his nose into matters that were not his own and Sunny was not in the mood to show off his skills against the staff of this place. Not any time soon, anyway.<br/><br/>"Well, aren't you unlucky...," he said, still low, letting him pick up the hand to, seemingly, play with his fingers.<br/>And his fingers were quite long...<br/>Which.. would be perfect for the guy's.. eeer.. predicament.<br/><br/>"Well,<em>Cherry</em>, I'd aid you if I get an interesting deal out of it," he said, leaning back and folding his arms before his chest, stealing his hand back and from the redhead "You sound Russian to me..." he added, even lower, then licked his lips and inclined his head lightly, eyes darkening a bit, face becoming the opposite of his nickname, almost as if to warn the redhead or to underline his name was not to be messed with in any way.<br/><br/>"I'm Sunny."