Peter only enjoys a few drinks, loosening up a bit without having to worry that he'll ruin the evening's negotiations with undue haste or misspoken words. The now more compliant serving woman is tipped a gold piece with each drink, the coins left politely on the serving tray, rather than slipped into her cleavage or more lewd places as some of the other patrons were doing. After the hunter finds himself satisfied with drink, he leans forward away from the edge of the bath.<strong>"Ahhh, that was good. Now would you mind washing my back?"</strong>A simple request that even legitimate bath houses might provide in his world. Even if she says no, he has hopes she won't do so with her claws.