"I'm not sure, Sam.  You seem to have a widely varied appetite," she said, smiling as Louis returned and popped the cork and poured champagne for all three of them.  He stood beside the table and toasted them and Irene and then wandered off to see to other guests.<br/><br/>Irene grinned at Sam.  "All of the food is good," she said and was about to launch into a description of the pot pit when Phillip, the owner, came from the back wiping his hands on a white towel which he slung over his shoulder.<br/><br/>"I hear you stop being the whore," he said to Irene.  "You come work for me, yes?"<br/><br/>Irene laughed even as other patrons looked over.  "If I came to work for you, Phillip, I'd be after you with your own meat cleaver in a matter of hours."<br/><br/>"Oui.  You are fiery.  But, you serve good.  Think about it."  He looked at Sam, then.  "Phillip Costeaux."  He stuck out a meaty hand to Sam, his handsome face seeming chiseled of stone as he assessed the man.  Irene sipped some champagne to hide her desire to laugh.  She waited to see how Sam dealt with Phillip.