A slight smile spread over his lips at Nicholas' words. This man was either in a hurry or shy, and he didn't seem shy to him. Of course this was but a superficial observation, but he couldn't imagine the man being shy.<br/>Though a blush to his cheeks would be most attractive...<br/><br/>"A man after my own heart you seem to be, sir Bureck. Indeed, time is money. If you wished, I could skip the pleasantries and ask you what brings you here so I may have a servant check on who's available that may sate your desires, no matter what they might be."<br/><br/>His gaze turned to Florence and his smile broadened a bit, as if to put her as ease, though it wasn't all too warm a smile still.<br/>The blond made quite a picture and he couldn't help think he'd be attracted to her if she had been a man.<br/><br/>"A pleasure, M'lady Florence," he said while taking her hand gently, long, elegant fingers holding her hand for a moment, just as long as etiquette prescribed.<br/>"I hope we may find you something to please you too."