It takes the bartender more than a few moments to respond to Leon's question.  He watches, his mouth slowly opening wider and wider, as Iolanda performs.  His eyes first dip down as she breathes, his gaze clearly rising and falling.  They move up to her lips as her tongue sensuously licks them.  His gaze moves back down, his eyes clearly bulging.<br/><br/>Finally, coughing, he turns his attention to Leon.  Mostly; his eyes still drift back to the beautiful concubine from time to time.  "Uhhh..." His eyes drift to the right, his lips pursing in apparently thoughtfulness.  "Yeah.  Yeah.  That sounds familiar to me.  She was here a few nights ago.  She was asking about some women that had disappeared in the area.  Are you friends of hers?"  His eyes drift over to Iolanda's form once more.  "Ah, you are, aren't you?"  His eyes seem to glint for a moment.<br/><br/>He shrugs.  "Anyway, I sent her on to someone who knows a bit more about the goings on in this area than I do."  He turns briefly away, affecting a casual expression as he rubs at some glasses with a bit of rag.