There was that perk to this job. So many of the women came around dressed in clothing that would give ladies of the night pause, not that he was remotely complaining. With his diminutive stature he wound up occasionally face to face with the most joyous of sights likely to grace his vision in the Downed Harpy.  Kimiko was even being nice to him today, or at least cordial. And what was she wearing today? Again, not that he didn't approve whole-heartedly of her new outfit. It gave him ideas, not that it boded well for him that he was having these ideas about a mage proper. He was a one trick pony, or cat-person as the case would be. Then, Shajira arrived. He expected something like her outfit, but she was somewhat spoken for. Pfft. He could take her boyfriend, probably.<br/><br/>He took his own plate from his concoction, thankful that he was at least not a dishwasher, and headed to one of the tables.<strong>"So, my dear ladies, are you taking on any jobs? Do you have need of a big, strong man?"</strong>The humor was that he was neither big, nor all that strong. Without his armor, as he currently was, he looked very much like a scrawny, barely over five foot cat-man with a decent fashion sense (currently a white linen shirt, leather vest, and woolen pants) and a penchant for cooking. He had a cup of milk as well, but he wasn't touching it yet as he was self-conscious of his lapping.