"Hangover cure, and the usual", says the deviously handsome face. Normally he'd look more charming, but he as they could see, was suffering from a hangover.<br/><br/>He looks about. The shop was always a mess and it was hard to tell what was new and what was trash. Couldn't hurt to talk shop though. He waited by the tied end of the leash as he waited on the nude pet to get what he needed.<br/><br/>When she moves a bit, he gives the leash a tug. Then eyes her, as she worked, "what happened to customer consideration. You think I'm a freeloader, or just adding to the till you owe me". Jerrick reminded the nerdy little slave that she had several decent nights in his company. "Or do I need to talk to your sire and move my business elsewhere. I'm sure some of those pigfaced mercs would love to get in on your bosses arrangement with me."